(Verse)
My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face

(Chorus)
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol
Doesn't thrill me at all
Then tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?

Some get a kick from cocaine
I know that if
I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrif-
Ically too
But I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see
You standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high
With some girl
In the sky
Is my i-
Dea of nothing to do
But I get a kick
I get a kick
I get a kick
Out of you!
Olé!