I've got sunshine on a cloudy day.
When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.
Well, I guess you'd say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
I've got so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees.
Well, I guess you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
I don't need money, fortune or fame.
I've got all the riches, baby,
one man can claim, oh, yes, I do.
I guess you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl, (my girl, my girl)
Talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).
(Talkin' 'bout my girl)
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl.
I've even got the month of May with my girl.
(My girl, my girl)
'Cos all I can thik about
(Talkin' 'bout my girl)
Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout my girl (my girl).