I Get A Kick Out of You - Frank Sinatra
My stroy 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 en-nui
And 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 like a bop type refrain
I'm sure that if I heard even one riff
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 tho' it's clear to me you obviously don't 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 out of you
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 like a bop type refrain
I'm sure that if I heard even one riff
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 tho' it's clear to me you obviously don't 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 out of you
