AUTHOR: Porter
DATE:
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Verse:

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
Then I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face

Chorus:

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 the perfume from Spain
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
But 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             )
(        But 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             )
(        But 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
But I get a kick out of you