Springtime is on my mind
Flower bloomin', all the time
Smell the roses, smell the grass
Old man winter can kiss my ass

Don't you think that it's a pity?
Don't you think that it's a shame?
Don't you wish that
Every season was the same?

Time for lovin' in the park
Wear a jumper when it gets dark
Mind the prickles, mind the dew
Wash your willie when you're through

Don't you think that it's a pity?
Don't you think that it's a shame?
Don't you wish that
Every season was the same?

Springtime, enough's enough
Tired of flowers and all that stuff
Want some drizzle, want some sleet
Want some wellies on my feet

Don't you think that it's a pity?
Don't you think that it's a shame?
Don't you wish that
Every season was the same?

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER GUEST, HARRY SHEARER, MICHAEL JOHN MCKEAN