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. 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. 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.