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 true
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
That 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
Nothin' to do
Yet I get a kick
I get a kick
Out of...
I get a kick
Out of you...