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 fightly 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 get a kick from cocaine,

I'm sure 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 gal in the sky

Is my idea of nothing to do,

yet I get a kick out of you!