作曲 : 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.
作曲 : 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.
