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 Im out on a quiet spree Fighting vainly the old ennui And I suddenly turn and see Your fabulous face 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, they may go for cocaine Im sure that if I took even one sniff It would bore me terrifically, too Yet, 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 Yet I get a kick You give me a boot I get a kick out of you
kick, terrifically, ennui, vainly, yet