I Get a Kick Out of You Songtext
von Nat King Cole

My story is much too 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 thrill me at all
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you
Some get a kick from cocaine I′m sure that if I took even one sniff
That 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 guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you