I Get a Kick out of You - Frank Sinatra

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 boptype refrain,

I'm sure that if,

I heard even one riff,

It would bore me terrifically, 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 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,

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 obviously do not 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,

Yet I get a kick yes

I get a kick yes

I get a kick... out of you.