Writer(s): Porter
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, 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
( 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
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