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Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, but i know it isn t spring
It might as well be, why should i have spring fever
i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I d say that i had spring fever, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
hearing words i have never never heard
hearing words i have never never heard
Hearing words i have never never heard, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
why should i have spring fever
Hearing words i have never never heard, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
When it isn t even spring, it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented Sarah, walking down a strange new street
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
i keep wishing i were somewhere else
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
when it isn t even spring
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring, it might as well be spring Spring, it might as well be
From a man i ve yet to meet, but i know it isn t spring
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, when it isn t even spring, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street, i d say that i had spring fever Vaughan, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I d say that i had spring fever, that it might as well be spring Be, that it might as well be spring
I m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way