I got sunshine, on a cloudy day.
And when it's cold outside, I got the month of may.

I guess, you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl) my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl.

I go so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song, baby, than the birds in the trees.

I guess, you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl.

Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh.
Hey, hey, hey,
Hey, hey, hey.

I don't need no money, or count my pay.
I've got all the riches, baby, one man can take.

I guess, you'll say,
What can make me feel this way?
My girl (my girl) my girl
Talkin' 'bout my girl.

I go so much honey, the bees envy me.
I've got a sweeter song, baby, than the birds in the trees.
Don't need no money or pay.
I've got my girl I've got all the riches one man can take.