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Musical: State Fair
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Margy: The things I used to like I don't like anymore. I want a lot of other things I've never had before. It's just like mother says... I sit around and mope. Pretending I am wonderful. And knowing I'm a dope. 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 starry-eyed and vaguely 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 that I have 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 on the wing. But I feel so gay, In a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring, It might as well be spring. In our air-conditioned, patent leather farmhouse, On our ultra-modern, scientific farm, We'll live in a stream-lined heaven, And we'll waste no time on charm! No geraniums to clutter our veranda, Nor single little sentimental things, No virginia creepers, nothing useless ! Back to main page: State Fair Lyrics
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