Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Richard Cortez
Leadgesang
Marius Van Den Brink
Klavier
Robert Edwards
Posaune
Alex Tremblay
Kontrabass
Eric Hallenbeck
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Haven Gillespie
Texte
J. Fred Coots
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Richard Cortez
Produzent:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to my self, "If you don't get a hold of yourself"
Can't you see that this never can be?
[Verse 3]
But you go to my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Oh, baby, like a summer with a thousand Julys
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes
Though I'm certain this poor heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Oh, you go to my head
[Verse 4]
You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
Find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
[Verse 5]
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
[Bridge]
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to my self, "Get a hold of yourself"
Can't you see that this can never be?
[Verse 6]
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 this heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Oh, you go to my head
[Verse 7]
You go to my head
And you linger like a haunting refrain
Find you spinning 'round in my brain
Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne
[Verse 8]
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
[Bridge]
The thrill of the thought
That you might give a thought to my plea
Casts a spell over me
Still I say to my self, "Get a hold of yourself"
Can't you see that this never can be?
[Outro]
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 this poor heart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance
Oh, oh, you go to my head
Written by: Haven Gillespie, J. Fred Coots
