Letra de 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