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
 Cast 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