Lyrics
Get a hold of yourself, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
You go to my head, like a summer with a thousand julys Holiday, you go to my head
Tho i m certain that this heart of mine, with smile that makes my temperature rise, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
You go to my head, you go to my head Head, and i find you spinning round in my brain
You go to my head, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes, can t you see that it can never be
tho i m certain that this heart of mine
The thrill of the thought, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, you go to my head
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, can t you see that it can never be
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, can t you see that it can never be
You go to my head, you go to my head, you go to my head
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, get a hold of yourself
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, with smile that makes my temperature rise, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself
With smile that makes my temperature rise, get a hold of yourself
Like a summer with a thousand julys, like the kicker in a julep or two, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
you go to my head
like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
And you linger like a haunting refrain, you go to my head, you go to my head
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew Head, you go to my head
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
The thrill of the thought, the thrill of the thought Her, like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
you go to my head
like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, you go to my head, like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
You go to my head, that you might give a thought, you go to my head
you go to my head
Hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance, that you might give a thought, get a hold of yourself
You go to my head, with smile that makes my temperature rise, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes, like the kicker in a julep or two, you go to my head
Can t you see that it can never be, to my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself Holiday, hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, and i find you spinning round in my brain, with smile that makes my temperature rise
You go to my head, you go to my head
like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
Get a hold of yourself, get a hold of yourself Orchestra, like a summer with a thousand julys
To my plea casts a spell over me still i say to myself, you go to my head My, that you might give a thought
you go to my head
And i find the very mention of you, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes, and i find you spinning round in my brain
like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
Can t you see that it can never be, can t you see that it can never be, you go to my head
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
hasn t a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
That you might give a thought, tho i m certain that this heart of mine
That you might give a thought, like a summer with a thousand julys, you go to my head
With smile that makes my temperature rise, and you linger like a haunting refrain
And i find you spinning round in my brain, the thrill of the thought
And you linger like a haunting refrain, you go to my head
You go to my head, and you linger like a haunting refrain Her, you go to my head
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, you intoxicate my soul with your eyes Her, and i find the very mention of you
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne, you go to my head My, you go to my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, get a hold of yourself
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew, like the kicker in a julep or two