I get no kick from champagne Mere alcohol, it doesn't move me at all So tell me why should it be true That I get a kick out of you Some like the bop-type refrain I'm sure that if I heard even one riff T'would bore me terrifically too Yeah, 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 I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yeah, 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 do don't adore me I get no kick in a plane Flying too high with some gal in the sky Is my idea of nothing to do Yeah, I get a kick, yes, I get a kick yes, I get a kick out of you