text: 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 Im 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 alchohol doesnt thrill me at all
  So tell me why should it be true, mmm yeah
  That I get a kick out of you 
  Some may go from cocaine
  Im 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 its clear to see you obviously dont adore me
  I get no kick out of a plane
  Flying too high with some gal in the sky is my idea of nothing to do
  Yet I get a kick out of you
  I get a kick though its 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
  You give me a whirl
  I get a kick out of you
  Get my kicks out of you