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 quit 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.
So tell me how can it be true
That I get a kick out of you?
I get no kick from cocaine.
I think that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too.
But, I get a kick out of you.
I get a kick everytime I see you
Standing there before me.
I get a kick though it’s clear to see
You obviously do not adore me.
I get no kick in a plane.
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do.
But, I get a kick.
You give me a boot.
I get a kick out of you.