It Might As Well Be Spring-Mel Tormé

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 vaguely 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 gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yes, it might, might as well be spring Oh, 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 My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring Yeah, it might, might as well be spring