I Get a Kick Out of You - Tal Farlow, Ирвинг Берлин

Verse:

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

Chorus:

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