I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever, but it isn't spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never heard from a girl I've yet to meet I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring
And that was I feel the way
It's not being today But It might as well be spring.
[00:21.78]I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string [00:34.29] [00:35.47]I'd say that I had spring fever, but it isn't spring [00:48.55]I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing [01:00.74] [01:01.62]O why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring [01:13.74] [01:15.37]I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street [01:28.14] [01:29.70]And hearing words that I've never heard from a girl I've yet to meet [01:41.53]I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, [01:47.35] [01:48.78]I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing [01:54.22] [01:55.41]I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin on the wing [02:07.96] [02:08.50]But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring [02:20.83] [02:22.52]And that was I feel the way [02:30.71] [02:32.21]It's not being today [02:36.50]But It might as well be spring.
