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 July's 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