I Get A Kick Out Of You

My s   tory 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 cham – pagne;

Mere al – co – hol 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 re – frain;

I’m sure that if I heard e – ven one riff that would

Bore me ter – rif- ic’ – ly, too…

Yet I get a kick out of you.

I get a kick ev’ry time I s  ee

You’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.