I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.
I guess you'd say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl,
I'm talkin' 'bout my girl.
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees.
I guess you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl,
I'm talkin' 'bout my girl.
I don't need money, fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby,
that one man can claim.
I guess you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, (my girl, my girl)
I'm talkin' 'bout my girl.
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees.
I don't need no fortune, no money or fame,
'Cos I've got my girl,
I've got all that one man can claim.