My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
Yes, 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

Yes, 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, one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
Oh, baby, I get a kick out of you

I get a kick every time I see
You're standing there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously do not adore me, yes

I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, baby I get a kick out of you

Yes, I get a kick every time I see
You're standing there before me
Baby, I get a kick though it's clear to me
You obviously, ah, don't adore me

Mama, I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet, baby, I get a kick
Mama, I get a boot
I get a kick babadadada you

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Cole Porter