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 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