Frank Sinatra - It Might As Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,

I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever,

But I know it isn't spring.

I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented,

Like a nightingale without a song to sing
O why should I have spring fever,

When it isn't even spring.

I keep I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never heard from a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams,

Spinning spinning daydreams
I'm as giggy 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.