A classic with music by J. Fred Coots with lyrics by Haven Gillespie.

Recorded December 7, 2013.

 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 cast 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 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.