I Get A Kick Out Of You

Höfundur lags: Cole Porter Höfundur texta: Cole Porter Flytjandi: Frank Sinatra Sent inn af: Anonymous
[A7]My s   [D]tory is [Em7]much t[A7]oo sad to be [D6]told,
[A7]But practic'ly [D]ev'rything l[A7]eaves me totally [D]cold. [Em7]    [A7]    
The [D]only ex[Em7]ception [A7]I know is the c[F#]ase,   
[Fdim]When I'm out on a [F#]quiet spree,[Fdim] fighting vainly the [A7]old ennui,
[B7]And I suddenly [Em]turn and see y[A7]our fabulous f[D]ace. [F#m]    

[Em7] I get no k[A7]ick from cham - p[D]agne; [F#m]    
[Em7]Mere al - co - [A7]hol doesn't th[D]rill[Dm7] me at a[B7]ll,   
So [Em7]tell me, why s[A7]hould it be t[D6]rue [F#m]    [B7]    
That [Em7]I get a k[A7]ick out of [D]you?[F#m]    

[Em7]Some like a b[A7]op-type re - f[D]rain; [F#m]    
[Em7]I'm sure that [A7]if I heard [D]e - [Dm7]ven one [D6]riff t[B7]hat would
[Em7]Bore me ter - [A7]rif- [D6]ic' - ly, [F#m]too...[B7]    
Yet [Em]I get a k[A7]ick out of y[D]ou.  

[D7]I get a [G]kick [E7]ev'ry [C]time [G]I s  [C]ee  
[G]You're [Bm]standing [Bm7b5]there be[Cdim]fore      [B7]me;   
[Em]I get a kick, though it's [Cdim]clear      [Em]to    [Cdim] me     
[Em]You    [E7]obviously do not ad[Em7]ore     [A7+5]me.     

[Em7] I get no k[A7]ick in a p[D]lane; [F#m]    
[Em7]Flying too h[A7]igh with some g[D]al   [D9]in    [A7]the    [D6]sky   
[B7]Is my [Em7]idea of [A7]nothing to d[B7]o;   
Yet[Em7] I get a k[A7]ick, [F#m]you give me a [B7]boot,
Yes,[Em7] I get a [A7]kick out of y[D]ou.  

My story is much too sad to be told,
But practic'ly ev'rything 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.

I get no kick from cham - pagne;
Mere al - co - hol doesn't thrill me at all,
So tell me, why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?

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

I get a kick ev'ry time I see
You're 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, you give me a boot,
Yes, I get a kick out of you.

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  • F#m
  • Dm7
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  • Bm
  • Bm7b5
  • Cdim
  • A7aug5: not exist
  • D9

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