It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics - Tribute To Richard Rodgers - Shirley Jones

The things I used to like, I dont like any more, 

I want a lot of other things Ive never had before, 

Its just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn 

Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing Im adored 

Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm, 

Im as jumpy as a puppet on a string, 

Id say that I had spring fever, 

But I know it isnt spring. 

Im as starry eyed and gravely discontented, 

Like a nightingale without a song to sing. 

Oh, why should I have spring fever, 

When it isnt even spring? 

I keep wishing I were somewhere else, 

Walking down a strange new street, 

Hearing words I have never never heard, 

From a man Ive yet to meet.