Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong — I Get a Kick Out of You

My story is much to sad to be told But practically everything leaves me totally cold Yes, 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 Yes, I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all So tell me why should it be true Babe, I get a kick out of you Some get a kick from cocaine Babe, I'm sure that if, I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too Oh baby, 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 Yes, I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet, baby, I get a kick, out of you Yes, I get a kick every time I see you standing there before me Baby, I get a kick though it's clear to me You obviously don't adore me Mama, I'd get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yet baby, I get a kick Mama, I'd get a boot I get a dick