[00:00.000] 作词 : Haven Gillespie
[00:01.000] 作曲 : J. Fred Coots
[00:37.236]You go to my head
[00:45.154]And you linger like a hauntin' refrain
[00:53.130]And I find you spinning round in my brain
[01:03.059]Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
[01:13.316]You go to my head
[01:21.113]Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
[01:32.117]And I find the very mention of you
[01:40.152]Like the kicker in a julep or two
[01:53.891]The thrill of the thought
[01:57.954]That you might give a thought
[02:02.572]To my plea, casts a spell over me
[02:11.788]So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
[02:21.838]Can't you see that it never can be?
[02:30.306]You go to my head
[02:38.386]With smile that makes my temperature rise
[02:47.395]Like a summer with a thousand Julys
[02:57.192]You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
[03:08.774]Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
[03:19.742]Hasn't a ghost of a chance with this crazy romance
[03:36.734]You go to my head
[04:24.950]The thrill of the thought
[04:29.659]That you might give a thought
[04:33.809]To my plea, casts a spell over me
[04:43.178]So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
[04:53.771]Can't you see that it never can be?
[05:02.480]You go to my head
[05:09.577]With smile that makes my temperature rise
[05:19.130]Like a summer with a thousand Julys
[05:28.632]You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
[05:40.765]Though I'm certain that this heart of mine
[05:52.384]Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
[06:06.190]You go to my head

作词 : Haven Gillespie
作曲 : J. Fred Coots
You go to my head
And you linger like a hauntin' 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
So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can 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 with this crazy romance
You go to my head
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought
To my plea, casts a spell over me
So, I say to myself get a hold of yourself
Can't you see that it never can 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