It Might As Well Be Spring

　　It Might as Well Be Spring - Doris Day

　　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 dope

　　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 spring

　　I'm 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 wishing I were somewhere else

　　Walking down a strange new street

　　Hearing words that I have never heard

　　From a man I've 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

　　It might as well be

　　Might as well be

　　Spring