Introdução Verse My story is much too sad to be told, But practic'ly ev'rything 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 Melody 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 a bop-type refrain I'm sure that if I heard even one riff that would Bore me terrific'y, too Yet I get a kick out of you Bridge I get a kick ev'ry time I see y7ou're standing there before me I get a kick, though it's clear to me 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 Yet I get a kick, you give me a boot Yes, I get a kick out of you