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I'm as restless as a willow in a wind storm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But, I know, it isn't spring
I'm a starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I have never heard
From a men I've yeat to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning day dream
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
It might as well be spring
oh, that it might as well be spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I have never heard
From a men I've yeat to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning day dream
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
It might as well be spring
oh, that it might as well be spring
tim tim doo doo
Astrud Gilberto
It Might As Well Be Spring
It Might As Well Be Spring
tim tim doo doo
I'm as restless as a willow in a wind storm
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever
But, I know, it isn't spring
I'm a starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I have never heard
From a men I've yeat to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning day dream
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
It might as well be spring
oh, that it might as well be spring
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I have never heard
From a men I've yeat to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning day dream
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
It might as well be spring
oh, that it might as well be spring
tim tim doo doo