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