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

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

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

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

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

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