Get A Kick Out Of You Songtext / Lyric

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 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 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



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-typeain

I'm sure that if I heard even one riff

It would bore me terrifically, too

But I get a kick out of you