It Might as Well Be Spring

　　It Might as Well Be Spring - Frank Sinatra

　　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

　　Oh why should I have spring fever

　　When it isn't even spring

　　I keep wishing I were someone else

　　Walking down a strange new street

　　And hearing words that I've never head

　　From a girl I've yet to meet

　　I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams

　　Spider 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