You Go to My Head (1938)
(w) Haven Gillespie (m) J. Fred Coots. (P) Glen Gray and The Casa Loma Orchestra. (R) Larry Clinton and his Orchestra, vocal by Bea Wain.
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 casts a spell over me
Still I say to myself: Get a hold of yourself
Can’t you see that it can never be?

You go to my head with 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