歌手:Frank Sinatra
专辑:《New York New York》

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
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