I Get A Kick Out Of You - Bing Crosby (平克·劳斯)
Written by：Cole Porter
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 ennui
And 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 like the perfume from spain
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That 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 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 out of you