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 I’m out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old 

ennui 

Then I suddenly turn and see 

Your fabulous face 



I get no kick from champagne 

Mere alcohol doesn’t 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 

I’m 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 ) 

( I’m 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 ) 

( I’m 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 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 out of youThanks to thudord@yahoo.com