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 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 [bad word] 
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 - um you give me a boot - I get a kick out of you.