It Might As Well Be Spring-Bill Charlap

It Might As Well Be Spring - Bill Charlap The things I used to like I don't like anymore. I want a lot of other things I've never had before. It's just like mother says. I sit around and mope. Pretending I am wonderful. And knowing I'm a d**e. 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 I know it isn't spring I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Oh, why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring I keep, I were someone else Walking down a strange new street And hearing words that I've never head From a girl, I've yet to meet I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams Spinning, spinning daydreams I'm as giggy 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 It might as well be spring