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,

Casts a spell over me

And I say to myself, "get ahold of yourself!"

Can't you see that this never will be?



You go to my head, (and I forgot the god-darn words)

[incomprehensible lyrics, scat singing]

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



The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea,

Casts a spell over me

And I say to myself, "get ahold 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 Julys

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

You go to my head