You Go To My Head,

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