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