Lyrics
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 and wee
And 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, they may go for cocaine
I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrif-ficly 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 it's clear to see
You obviously, you 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
Mmm you give me a boot
I get a kick out of you