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I have and love your book Reading Lyrics, by Gottlieb and ...

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I have and love your book Reading Lyrics, by Gottlieb and Kimball. I know most of the lyrics from when I was a teen. I am remembering a song whose verse began "The things I used to like, I don't like any more..." I can't remember what the song is and it is driving me crazy. Could you possibly recognize it, or tell me how I can find this answer. Many thanks! [email protected]
Submitted: 9 years ago.
Category: Entertainment
Expert:  The Scribbler replied 9 years ago.
Yes, you are thinking of:

It Might As Well Be Spring

(written by: (1945) 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...."

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