Mama's & papa's - my girl
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day;
and when it's cold outside, i've got the month of may.
i guess you'll say
what can make me feel this way?
my girl---i'm talking 'bout my girl.
I've got so much honey the bees envy me;
i've got a sweeter song than the birds in the tree.
i guess you'll say
what can make me feel this way?
my girl---i'm talking 'bout my girl.
Hey, hey, hey...
hey, hey, hey...
I don't need money, fortune, or fame;
i 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)---talking 'bout my girl
(hey, hey, hey---hey, hey, hey)
i've got so much honey the bees envy me
(hey, hey, hey---hey, hey, hey)
i got a sweeter song than the birds in the tree
(hey, hey, hey---hey, hey, hey)
don't need no fortune, no money or fame
(hey, hey, hey...)
but when i got my girl...