My Story Is Much Too Sad To Be Told,
But Practically Everything Leaves Me Totally Cold.
The Exception I Know Is The Case
When I'm Out Ona Quiet Spree,
Fighting Vainly The Old Ennui,
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 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 It's Clear To See
You Obviously Do Not Adore Me.

I Get No Kick In A Plane.
Flying Too High Withsome Gal In The Sky
Is My Idea Of Nothing To Do.
Yet I Get A Kick - Um You Give Me A Boot - I Get A Kick Out Of You.