Lyrics
That it might as well be spring, i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
it might as well be spring
from a man i ve yet to meet
that it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
why should i have spring fever
might as well be
Why should i have spring fever, when it isn t even spring
It might as well be, why should i have spring fever Be, why should i have spring fever
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way Be, it might as well be
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
I m as restless as a willow in a windstorm, that it might as well be spring
That it might as well be spring, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string Ike, i d say that i had spring fever
Walking down a strange new street, it might as well be It, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
i d say that i had spring fever
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, but i know it isn t spring
Hearing words i have never never heard, walking down a strange new street
like a nightingale without a song to sing
i keep wishing i were somewhere else
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, i d say that i had spring fever Ike, it might as well be spring
Walking down a strange new street, but i know it isn t spring
When it isn t even spring, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string Well, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, like a nightingale without a song to sing, hearing words i have never never heard
That it might as well be spring, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
like a nightingale without a song to sing
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, why should i have spring fever, i d say that i had spring fever
like a nightingale without a song to sing
Why should i have spring fever, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, but i know it isn t spring, but i know it isn t spring
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
from a man i ve yet to meet
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
it might as well be spring
That it might as well be spring, from a man i ve yet to meet
it might as well be spring
I m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, that it might as well be spring
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, hearing words i have never never heard, i d say that i had spring fever
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
Might as well be, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, but i know it isn t spring