I Get a Kick Out of You (original) Songtext
von 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
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face

I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't move 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
And 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
And I get a kick, you give me a boot
I get a kick out of you