[I've got so much honey the bees envy me]My Girl---mamas & 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...