I Get a Kick out of You

I Get a Kick out of You - Frank Sinatra

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

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

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

Yet I get a kick

Um you give me a boot

I get a kick out of you