You Go To My Head - Live In Los Angeles, 1954

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 this can never be?

But you go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julies

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance

Yet, you go to my head

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

Oh, 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

Oh, 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?

Yes, you go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julies

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

Oh, you go to my head

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 this can never be?

You go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julies

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance

You go to my head

You go to my head!

You go to my head!