I Get A Kick Out Of You

I get no kick from champagne
 Mere alcohol, it doesn't thrill me at all
 So tell me, why should it be true
 That I get a kick out of you?
 Some like a bop-type refrain
 I'm sure that if I heard even one riff
 That would bore me terrifically, too
 Yet I get a kick out of you
 I get a kick ev'ry time I see
 You're standing there before me
 I get a kick, though it's clear to see
 You obviously don't adore me
 I get no kick in a plane
 Flying too high with some girl in the sky
 Is my idea of nothing to do
 Yet I get a kick out of you
 I get a kick ev'ry time I see
 You're standing there before me
 I get a kick, though it's clear to see
 You obviously don't adore me
 I get no kick in a plane
 Flying too high with some girl in the sky
 Is my idea of nothing to do
 Yet I get a kick
 Oh, I get a kick
 Yes, I get a kick out of you