Verse: 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 enoui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face

Chorus [this version sent by a viewer]: 
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?

Some get a kick from cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrificaly 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 honestly don't adore me

I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high like a bird in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do
Yet I get a kick out of you

Chorus [originally posted]:
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?

Some like a bop type refrain;
I’m sure that if  I heard even __one riff 
That_would bore me__terrific’ly too.
Yet I Get A Kick Out Of You.

I get a kick every time I see you're
standing there__before me.
I get a kick tho’ it’s clear to me 
You obviously don’t adore me.

I get no kick in a plane___
Flying too high with some gal/guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do.
Yet I Get A Kick Out Of You.

Words and Music by Cole Porter