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A7  D       Em7   A7           D6
My story is much too sad to be told,
A7             D           A7               D      Em7 A7
But practic'ly ev'rything leaves me totally cold.
    D      Em7     A7             F#
The only exception I know is the case,
F?              F#          F?                 A7
When I'm out on a quiet spree, fighting vainly the old ennui,
B7             Em            A7            D    F#m
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.

Em7        A7               D      F#m
 I get no kick from cham - pagne;
Em7            A7            D   DM7     B7
Mere al - co - hol doesn't thrill me at all,
   Em7           A7           D6    F#m   B7
So tell me, why should it be true
     Em7      A7         D   F#m
That I get a kick out of you?

Em7          A7            D      F#m
Some like a bop-type re - frain;
Em7           A7         D   DM7     D6    B7
I'm sure that if I heard e - ven one riff that would 
Em7           A7   D6        F#m   B7
Bore me ter - rif- ic' - ly, too...
    Em       A7          D
Yet I get a kick out of you.

D7      G    E7    C    G  C
I get a kick ev'ry time I see
G      Bm       Bm7(b5)   C? B7
You're standing there before me;
Em                        C?  Em C? 
I get a kick, though it's clear to  me
Em  E7                 Em7 A7M5
You obviously do not adore me.

Em7         A7        D      F#m
 I  get no kick in a plane;
Em7         A7             D  D9 A7  D6    
Flying too high with some gal in the sky
B7    Em7     A7          B7
Is my idea of nothing to do;
   Em7       A7   F#m           B7
Yet I get a kick, you give me a boot,
    Em7      A7           D
Yes, I get a kick out of you.
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