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 haze.
I got the spring fever blues.
The sun is shining right in my room.
I feel like I was a man in the moon. I'm
riding all the clouds way up above.
I got the spring fever blues. I wish that
spring were back again to satisfy my lazy yin.
I miss those days of dreamin'.
If birds were nestling in the trees and
leaves were swaying with the breeze,
my heart would keep on beaming,
oh. I hope the south wind blows past my door
and needs 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 yin
I'll miss those days of dreamin'
If birds were nestling in the trees
At least we'd swing with the breeze
My heart would keep on beaming, whoa
I hope the south wind blows past my door
At least 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