( 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 Julip or two. (Bridge:) The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought To my plea 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 C#m F#7 C#6 With a smile that makes my temp'rature rise, Like a summer with a thousand July's, You intoxicate my soul with your eyes. (Coda:) 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.