It Might As Well Be Spring
Stan Getz & Astrud Gilberto Lyrics

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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.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "It Might As Well Be Spring" speak to a universal feeling of restlessness and discontentment. The singer begins by reflecting on their changing interests and desires. They no longer enjoy the things they used to like and instead long for new experiences. Despite this, they continue to bask in the admiration of others and maintain a facade of self-importance. Amidst this, the singer acknowledges that they are neither content nor happy.

The chorus continues this theme of dissatisfaction, comparing the singer to a willow tree in a windstorm and a puppet on a string. They feel restless and unsettled, as though they have spring fever, but acknowledge that it is not actually spring. They continue to feel a sense of longing and unease, wishing they could be somewhere else and hear something new.

The final verse of the song is particularly poignant, as it contrasts the singer's internal turmoil with the external beauty of springtime. They haven't seen any of the typical signs of spring - flowers, birds, etc - and yet they feel an inexplicable joy that is tinged with melancholy. The singer seems to recognize that their state of mind is at odds with the world around them, but nevertheless embraces their feelings and allows themselves to revel in their own sense of disquiet.

Line by Line Meaning

The things I used to like, I don't like any more
My interests and preferences have changed, and I no longer enjoy the same things that I used to.

I want a lot of other things I've never had before
There are many new experiences and possessions that I desire and have yet to attain.

It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
My mother has pointed out that I spend too much time feeling sorry for myself and not taking action to change my circumstances.

Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
Despite my insecurities, I try to present a confident and self-assured persona to others, and I am aware that many people hold me in high regard.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel a sense of unease and restlessness, akin to how a willow tree sways in a strong gust of wind.

I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'm nervous and apprehensive, much like a marionette being pulled by its strings.

I'd say that I had spring fever, but I know it isn't spring
Although I feel the restlessness and excitement associated with spring fever, I know that it's not actually springtime.

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented
I am both dreamy and deeply dissatisfied with my life at the same time.

Like a nightingale without a song to sing
I feel like I have lost my sense of purpose and direction, similar to how a bird without a song would feel lost and aimless.

Oh, why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even spring?
I am perplexed as to why I feel this restless excitement when the season doesn't call for it.

I keep wishing I were somewhere else, walking down a strange new street
I yearn for adventure and a change of scenery, hoping to find new and exciting experiences.

Hearing words I have never never heard, from a man I've yet to meet
I long for intellectual and emotional stimulation, seeking conversation and connection with someone new.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I am constantly lost in my own thoughts and imaginings, much like how a spider is always working on its web.

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I feel a lighthearted euphoria, similar to the uninhibited joy of a child on a playground swing.

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
I haven't witnessed the traditional signs of spring, such as blooming flowers or migrating birds.

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, that it might as well be spring
Although my emotions are contradictory, with both happiness and sadness present, I feel a strong affinity with the renewal and growth often associated with springtime.

It might as well be, might as well be, it might as well be spring
Despite not being literally springtime, the intensity of my emotions and desires make it feel as though I am experiencing a season of growth and change.

Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Tratore
Written by: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers

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