I Get A Kick Out Of You

I get no kick from champagne

Mere alcohol it doesn't move me at all

So tell me, why should it be true

That I get a kick out of you

Some like the bop-type refrain

I'm sure that if I heard even one riff

It would bore me terrifically, too

Yet 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 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 a kick every time I see

You 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, yes, I get a kick, yes

I get a kick out of you