You go to my head
And u linger like a hauntin' refrain
And I find u spinnin' round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

You go to my head
Like a sip of sparklin' burgundy brew
And I find the very mention of u
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 ova me
Still I say to myself 'get a hold of yoself'
Can't you see that it neva 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 yo eyes
Tho' 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

Tho' 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