Sammy Kaye Follow

I want a lot of other things, I've never had before
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing, I'm adored

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'm as starry eyed and gravely 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 never heard
From a man, I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a Robin or a bluebird on the wing

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be, might as well be
It might as well be spring

I want a lot of other things, I've never had before
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn