from the 1945 musical “State Fair”
words by Oscar Hammerstein II
music by Richard Rodgers
The sheet music:
Accompaniment track:
Lyrics
The things I used to like I don’t like any more
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
Refrain
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 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 somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man/girl I’ve yet to meet
I’m as busy as a spider spinning day dreams
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
Sung here by Fred Feild: