Writer(s): porter
Verse:
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 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
But i get a kick out of you