Sullen April,
why are you so sad?
why are you so cold?
Baby, we just want to get to know you—
They say that all girls
love the Springtime,
but you dragged your boots,
crushing May flowers in two
And April showers
make you so happy,
but not us, gloomy Gus,
we like the sunshine
And the Frenchmen at the other table
they don’t turn your head,
though they’re dressed up to the nines,
you like your own company fine.
Sullen April,
why are you so sad?
why are you so cold?
Baby, we just want to get to know you.
You did it with boys way too young.
Now you hide in the library
and you got them on the run—-
You weren’t much of a singer,
you couldn’t write a decent rhyme,
but in spite of your recent hiding,
you had impeccable time-ing
And wide open spaces to you were always such a bore
when it’ll finally heat
up, oh, my sweet,
maybe we can meet
up at the shore.
Sullen April,
why are you hiding?
why are you so cold?
Baby, we just want to get to know you—
Honey, we just want to get to know you
Darling, we just want to get to know you.