My Girl

(アルバム： Deliver - 1967)

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...