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 sparkling glass of burgundy brew
 And I find the very mention of you
 Like the kicker in a julip or two

 Bridge
 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 ahold of yourself
 Can't you see that it never can be
 Still 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