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 Chorus: 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 adoreme 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