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 [bad word] That I get a kick out of you?

Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm suret that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
Yet, I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see you're
Standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me

I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, I get a kick out of you