I Got the Spring Fever Blues

I Got the Spring Fever Blues - Ella Fitzgerald/Chick Webb And His Orchestra

I feel so lazy can't do a thing

My mind is hazy just like a smoke ring

I think of nothing but lying in the hay

I got the spring fever blues

The sun is shining right in my room

I feel like I was the man in the moon

I'm riding high on the clouds way above us

I got the spring fever blues

I wish that spring were back again

To satisfy my lazy yen

I miss those days of dreaming

If birds were nestlin' in the trees

And leaves were swayin' with the breeze

My heart would keep on beaming who o oh

I hope the south wind blows past my door

And leaves me someone whom I can adore

I think of nothing but love and romance

I've got the spring fever blues I mean

I've got the spring fever blues

I wish that spring were back again

To satisfy my lazy yen

I miss those days of dreaming

If birds were nestlin' in the trees

And leaves were swayin' with the breeze

My heart would keep on beaming who-o-oh

I hope the south wind blows past my door

And leaves me someone whom I can adore

I think of nothing but love and romance

I've got the spring fever blues I mean

I've got the spring fever blues