1. Strophe:
My Story Is Much Too Sad To Be Told,
But Practic'ly Ev'rything 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.

Refrain 1:
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?

2. Strophe:
Some Get Their Kicks From Cocaine.
I'm Sure That If I Took Even One Sniff,
It Would Bore Me Terrific'ly Too.
Yet I Get A Kick Out Of You.

Refrain 2:
I Get A Kick Ev'ry Time.
I See You Standing There Before Me.
I Get A Kick Tho' It's Clear To See,
You Obviously Do Not Adore Me.

Ending:
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,
You Give Me A Boost,
I Get A Kick Out Of You.