I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that i had spring fever

But i know it isn't even spring

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented

Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should i have spring fever
When i know it isn't even spring?


I keep wishing i were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words that i have never heard
From a man i have yet to meet


I'm as busy as a 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 $%&^ in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring

Yes it might, might as well be spring

Ooh, i keep wishing i were somewhere else

Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that i have never never heard
From a man i have yet to meet


I'm as busy as a 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 $%&^ in a melancholy way

That it might as well be spring
Yes it might, might as well be spring