It Might As Well Be Spring Hurry, It's Lovely Up Here

It Might As Well Be Spring Hurry, It's Lovely Up Here
The things I used to like
I don't like anymore.
I want a lot of other things
I've never had before.
It's just like mother said...
I sit around and mope.
Pretending I am wonderful.
While knowing I'm a dope.

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 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 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 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.
Hey buds below ... up is where to grow
Up with which below can't compare with.
Hurry - it's lovely up here ...
Life down a hole takes an awful toll,
What with not a soul there to share with
Hurry - it's lovely up here!
Wake up, bestir yourself,
It's time that you disinter yourself
You've got a spot to fill - a pot to fill
And what a gift package of showers, sun and love
You'll be met above everywhere with,
Fondled and sniffed by millions who drift by,
Life here is rosy - if you're a posy
Hurry, it's lovely here!

Hey, rhododend! Courage, little friend.
Ev'rything'll end rhododandy.
Hurry! It's lovely up here!
Climb up geranium, it can't be fun subterran-ium
On the exterior, it's cheerier
RSVP peonies, pollinate the breeze,
Make the queen of bees hot as brandy
Give us at least a preview of Easter
Come up and see the good we're giving
Come up and see the grounds for living
Come poke your head out,
Open up and spread out,
Hurry, it's lovely here!
Thank you so much!
Thank you! Thank you!