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