I Get No Kick From Champagne

My story is much to 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 ennui
 Then I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face
 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 kicks from cocaine
 I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
 It 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 see, you obviously do not adore me
 I get no kick in a plane, flying too high with some guy in the sky
 Is my idea of nothing to do, still I get a kick ouh you give me a boot
 Yes I get a kick out of you