My Story 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 Your alcohol doesn't thrill me at all 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 It would bore me terrifically too That 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 She obviously don't adore me Some get a kick in the plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea, that's nothing to do Oh, but I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you I get a kick out of you