My Girl

The Mamas and the Papas

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...