| 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 the sparkles in a burgundy brew |
| And I find the very mention of you |
| Is like the kicker in a julep or two |
| Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea |
| Cast a spell over me |
| But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can’t you see |
| It could never be |
| You go to my head |
| With a smile that makes my temperature rise |
| It’s like a summer with a thousand Julys |
| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes |
| Oh what a thought that you might give a thought to my plea |
| Cast a spell over me |
| But then I say to myself, ah, get hold to yourself, can’t you see |
| It could never be |
| You go to my head |
| With a smile that makes my temperature rise |
| It’s like a summer with a thousand Julys |
| You intoxicate my soul with your eyes |