I Get A Kick Out Of You - Mel Torme

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 dig that perfume from Spain

I’m sure that if I took even one whiff

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 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

But I get a kick out of you

I get a kick out of you

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 don’t adore me

I get no kick being thrown from a plane

A thousand foot fall doesn’t thrill me at all

So tell me why should it be true?

That I get a kick, you give me a boot

I get a kick out of you