文本歌词

I Get A Kick Out Of You - Louis Armstrong (路易斯·阿姆斯特朗)/Oscar Peterson
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 kick from c**e
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically too
But 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 its clear to see
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
But 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 its clear to see
You obviously I 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
I get a kick out of you
I get a kick out of you