I Get A Kick Out Of You - Ethel Merman/Bob Hope
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 gay in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yeah I get a kick out of you
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some gay in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick
Out of you
