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 and I’m fighting the old ennui.
And 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 get a kick from cocaine
I’m sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrific’ly too, yet I get a kick out of you

I get a kick ev’ry time, I see you’re 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 guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do, yet I get a kick out of you