and you linger like a haunting refrain,
 and I find you spinning round 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 a kicker in a julep or two
 The thrill of the thoughts that you might
 Give a thought to my pleas
 Casts 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 juleps
 You intoxicate my soul with my 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