You Go To My Head (Live At Carnegie Hall)

You go to my head

And you linger like a hauntin' refrain

And I find you spinnin' round in my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champaign

You go to my head

Like a sip of sparklin' 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

And I say to myself, "Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that this never will be?"

You go to my head

And I forgot the god darn  words

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

Cast a spell over me

And I say to myself, "Get a hold of yourself

Can't you see that this never will be?"

You go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand July's

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