The Mamas & the Papas - My Girl lyrics

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...