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
So I say to myself: get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can be?


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

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

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