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'''"You Go To My Head"''' is a song by [[J. Fred Coots]] and [[Haven Gillespie]]. Written in [[1938]], it has been recorded by [[Billie Holiday]] and [[Frank Sinatra]] (in his album ''[[Nice ’n’ Easy]]''), amongst others. It was also recorded by [[Petula Clark]] as one of her earliest singles in [[1950]]. The best-known version was by [[Dinah Shore]]. During the [[1970s]], a version by [[Bryan Ferry]] was a hit in the UK. Billy Eckstine also recorded this song. Louis Armstrong and pianist Oscar Peterson recorded an excellent version. |
'''"You Go To My Head"''' is a song by [[J. Fred Coots]] and [[Haven Gillespie]]. Written in [[1938]], it has been recorded by [[Billie Holiday]] and [[Frank Sinatra]] (in his album ''[[Nice ’n’ Easy]]''), amongst others. It was also recorded by [[Petula Clark]] as one of her earliest singles in [[1950]]. The best-known version was by [[Dinah Shore]]. During the [[1970s]], a version by [[Bryan Ferry]] was a hit in the UK. Billy Eckstine also recorded this song. Louis Armstrong and pianist Oscar Peterson recorded an excellent version, as did [[Peggy Lee]]. |
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Revision as of 01:59, 14 May 2007
"You Go To My Head" is a song by J. Fred Coots and Haven Gillespie. Written in 1938, it has been recorded by Billie Holiday and Frank Sinatra (in his album Nice ’n’ Easy), amongst others. It was also recorded by Petula Clark as one of her earliest singles in 1950. The best-known version was by Dinah Shore. During the 1970s, a version by Bryan Ferry was a hit in the UK. Billy Eckstine also recorded this song. Louis Armstrong and pianist Oscar Peterson recorded an excellent version, as did Peggy Lee.
"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 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 Cast a spell over me Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be
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 that this heart of mine Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance You go to my head
The thrill of the thought that you might give a thought to my plea Cast a spell over me Still I say to myself get a hold of yourself Can't you see that it never can be
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 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