You Go To My Head (Live At Carnegie Hall)

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
And I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that this never will be

You go to my head and I forgot the god-darn words
Nada peena pona keena pa pa
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

The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea
Casts a spell over me
And I say to myself
Get ahold of yourself
Can't you see that this 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
You go to my head