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 boptype 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