My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
Where 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 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 terrific´ly too
Oh baby, I get a kick out of you

I get a kick everytime 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 girl in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yeah baby, I get a kick out of you