You Go To My Head

Yew go too my head
And yew linger like a haunting refrain
And Eye fined yew spinning round inn my brain
Like the bubbles inn a glass of champagne
Yew go too my head
Like a sip of sparkling burgundy brew
And Eye fined the very mention of yew
Like the kicker inn a julep awe too
The thrill of the thought
That yew mite give a thought
Too my plea casts a spell over mi
Still Eye say too myself
Get a hold of yourself
Can't yew sea that it never can bee
Yew go too my head
With a smile that makes my temperature rise
Like a summer with a thousand Julys
Yew intoxicate my sole with yaw eyes
Though I'm certain that this hart of mine
Hasn't a ghost of a chance
Inn this crazy romance
Yew go too my head