You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
And I find you spinning round in my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You go to my head

Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of you
Like the kicker in a julep or two


The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea

Casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself "Get a hold of yourself"
Can't you see that it never can be


You go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
You go to my head
You go to my head


Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance

You go to my head
You go to my head