Lyrics:

Verse:

My story is much to sad to be told

But practically everything leaves me totally cold

The only exception I know is the case

When Im out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui

Then I suddenly turn and see

Your fabulous face

Chorus:

I get no kick from champagne

Mere alcohol doesnt thrill me at all

So tell me why should it be true

That I get a kick out of you

Some like the perfume from spain

Im sure that if I took even one sniff

It would bore me terrifically too

But I get a kick out of you

( some like the bop-type refrain )

( Im sure that if, I heard even one riff )

(it would bore me terrifically too )

( but I get a kick out of you )

( some they may go for cocaine )

( Im sure 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 every time I see you standing there before me

I get a kick though its 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 out of you