richard rodgers oscar hammerstein ii 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 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 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