Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Bennett
Vocals
Ralph Sharon
Piano
Art Blakey
Drums
Milt Hinton
Bass
Al Cohn
Tenor Saxophone
Nat Adderley
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cole Porter
Composer
Art Blakey
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mitch Miller
Producer
Al Ham
Producer
Danny Bennett
Executive Producer
Don DeVito
Executive Producer
Didier C. Deutsch
Reissue Producer
Harold Chapman
Engineer
Robert Waller
Engineer
Tom Ruff
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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
(Talkin' about me? Ha-ha-ha)
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all
So tell me, why should it be true? Mm, yeah
I get a kick out of you (me?)
Some, they may go for cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
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 see, 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, though, it's 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
Yet, I get a kick
You give me a whirl
I get a kick out of you
Get my kicks out of you
Writer(s): Cole Porter
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