VERSE

My story is such a joy to describe,
For I’m not the kind to live with a boisterous tribe.
The greatest of pleasures I’m known to embrace
Comes when I’m gaily on my own
Near the mirror behind my throne
That’s reflecting to me alone
My fabulous face.

REFRAIN

I get no kick from romance.
Yielding to love is one thing I’m above,
So tell me why shouldn’t it be
That I get a kick out of me?
Some folks give gambling a chance.
If I could grace ev’ry hand with an ace
I’d still keep my abrasive esprit
‘Cause I get a kick out of me.
I get a kick when it’s clear that I
Am my devoted ally.
I get a kick when to me I sigh,
“I’m obviously such a good guy.”
I get no prick from Love’s lance.
Don’t miss the kisses of Mrs. Narcissus;
If this is what bliss is, I flee.
Yes, I get a kick out of me.