Crediti
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Louis Armstrong
Performer
Oscar Peterson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Porter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Norman Granz
Producer
Testi
[Verse 1]
My story
[Verse 2]
My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
Yes, the only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fightin', vainly, the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see
Your fabulous face
[Verse 3]
Now, baby, 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?
[Verse 4]
Some get a kick from cocaine
Yes, I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically, too
Oh, honey, I get a kick out of you
[Verse 5]
I get a kick every time I see
You're standin' there before me
I get a kick, though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore me
[Verse 6]
I get no kick in a plane
Flyin' too high with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothin' to do, yeah, baby
I get a kick out of you, whoa
[Verse 7]
I get a kick every time I see
You're standin' there before me
I get a kick, though it's clear to me
You obviously don't adore-dore-dore-dore me
[Verse 8]
Baby, I get no kick in a plane
Flyin' too high a-with some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothin' to do, yeah, baby
I get a kick, mmm, what a kick
I get a boot, ba-ba-da-da-da-da you
Written by: Cole Porter
