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(C)Once I was a (Bb7)sen ti men tal (C)thing,
(C)threw my heart a (Bb7)way each (Cmaj7)spring.
(Bbm7)Now a (Eb)spring ro (Abmaj7)mance
(F#m7)has n’t (B7sus4)got a (Emaj7)chance, (Dm7)pro mised (G7)my first (Cmaj7)dance to (Am7)win ter,
(Dm7)all I’ve got to (G7)show’s a (Eb7)splin ter
(Dm7)for my (A)lit tle (D9)fling!
(Cmaj7)Spring this (Bbmaj7)year has (Cmaj7)got me (Bbmaj7)feel ing (Am7)like a horse that (Dm7)nev er (G7)left the (Em7)post;
I (F#)lie in my room, star ing (Em7)up at (Am7)the (D7)ceil ing, (Dm7)spring can real ly (G7sus4)hang you (G7)up the (C)most!
(Cmaj7)Morn ing’s (Bbmaj7)kiss wakes (Cmaj7)trees and (Bbmaj7)flow ers, (Cmaj7)and to them I’d (Dm7)like to (G7)drink a (Em7)toast;
I (F#)walk in the park (Fm6)just to (Em7)kill lone ly hours, (D7)bon (D)nets, (Dm7)spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!
(Gm7)All af ter (Cmaj7)noon, those (Gm7)birds twit ter (Cmaj7)twit,
(Gm7)I know the (Cmaj7)tune: “This is (Gm7)love, this is (Cmaj7)it!”
(Cm7)Heard it be (Fmaj7)fore and (Cm7)I know the (Fmaj7)score;
(F#m7)and I’ve de (Emaj7)ci ded that (Am7)spring is a (D7)bore!
(G#maj7)Love seemed (Fmaj7)sure a (Cmaj7)round the (Bbmaj7)New Year, (Am7)now it’s A pril, (Dm7)love is (G7)just a (Em7)ghost.
Spring ar (F#)rived on (Fm7)time, on ly (Em7)what be (Am7)came of (D7)you, dear?
(Dm7)Spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Em7)most!
(Dm7)Spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!
(Cmaj7)Spring is (Bbmaj7)here, there’s (Cmaj7)no mis (Bbmaj7)tak ing, (Am7)Ro bins build ing (Dm7)nests from (G7)coast to (Em7)coast;
my (F#)heart tries to sing so they (Em7)won’t hear (Am7)it (D7)break ing, (Dm7)spring can real ly (G7sus4)hang you (G7)up the (C)most!
(Cmaj7)Col lege (Bbmaj7)boys are (Cmaj7)writ ing (Bbmaj7)son nets, (Cmaj7)in the “ten der (Dm7)pas sion” (G7)they’re en (Em7)grossed;
but (F#)I’m on the shelf (Fm6)just with (Em7)last year’s East er (D7)bon (D)nets, (Dm7)spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!
(Gm7)Love came my (Cmaj7)way, I (Gm7)hoped it would (Cmaj7)last,
(Gm7)we had our (Cmaj7)day, now it’s (Gm7)all in the (Cmaj7)past.
(Cm7)Spring came a (Fmaj7)long a (Cm7)sea son of (Fmaj7)song;
(F#m7)full of sweet (Emaj7)pro mise, but (Am7)some thing went (D7)wrong!
(G#maj7)Doc tors (Fmaj7)once pre (Cmaj7)scribed a (Bbmaj7)ton ic: (Am7)“sul phur and mo (Dm7)las ses” (G7)was the (Em7)dose.
Did n’t (F#)help a (Fm7)bit, my con (Em7)what be (Am7)came of (D7)you, dear?
(Dm7)Spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Em7)most!
(Dm7)Spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Cmaj7)most!
(Ebm7)di tion must be (A7)chron (Ab7)ic, (Dm7)spring can real ly (G7)hang you up the (Em7)most!
(Dm7)All a (Cmaj7)lone,
the par ty’s (Cmaj7)ov er, (B)old man (Bb7)win ter (Am7)was a gra cious (D13b9#11)host;
(CN.C.)but when (Dm9)you keep (Bb9)pray ing for (Em)snow to (Em)hide the (Em7)clo (A)ver; (Dm7)spring can real ly (Db)hang you up the (Cmaj9)most!
This page shows “Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most” by Bette Midler in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of C at 100 BPM, a medium-difficulty arrangement — try slowing the tempo down using the BPM control.