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 You linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round In my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of

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

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 And you linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round in my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne Like a sip of

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

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 You linger like a haunting refrain And I find you spinning round In my brain Like the bubbles in a glass of

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