I Get a Kick out of You
Cole Porter

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,
Fdim              F#          Fdim                 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   Dmaj7   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   Dmaj7   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.
Angel Eyes
Words & Music by Earl K. Brent, Tom Adair & Matt Dennis, 1946

Am      Bb9        Am           F7
Try to think that love's not around,
Am           Dm      Dm7  E7
Still it's uncomfortably near;
Am           D9        Am           Bb9
My poor old heart ain't gainin' no ground
   Am             Bb9  E7    Am
Because my angel eyes ain't here.

Am    Bb9        Am         F7
Angel eyes, the old Devil sent,
Am           Dm   Dm7 E7
They glow unbearably bright;
    Am      D9          Am        Bb9
And need I say that my love's misspent,
     Am        Bb9  E7       Am
Misspent with angel eyes tonight?

    F        G7         Cmaj7 Am
So drink up, all of you people,
F          G7      Cmaj7 Am
Order anything you see;
Am           Am+7  Am7      D
Have lots of fun, you happy people --
      Am          Am+7       Bb9  E7
The drink and the laugh's on me.

Am    Bb9     Am        F7
Pardon me, but I gotta run --
    Am        Dm   Dm7  F7   E7
The fact's uncommonly clear.
Am      D9          Am           Bb9
I gotta find who's now the number one
     Am          Bb9      E7     Am
And why my angel eyes she ain't here.
Dm        Dm7         Bb9  E7      Am
'Scuse me     while I dis  -  ap - pear.


D7      G    E7    C    G  C
I get a kick ev'ry time I see
G      Bm       Bm7-5   Cdim B7
You're standing there before me;
Em                        Cdim  Em Cdim
I get a kick, though it's clear to  me
Em  E7                 Em7 A7+5
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.