I've got sunshine On a cloudy day When it's cold outside I've got the month of May I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl My girl I've got so much honey The bees envy me I've got a sweeter song Than the birds in the trees Well, I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl My girl Ooo-ooo, hoo-ooo Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Ooh yeah I don't need no money Fortune or fame I got all the riches, baby One man can claim Well, I guess you'd say What can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin' 'bout my girl My girl (Talkin' 'bout my girl) I got sunshine on a cloudy day with my girl I've even got the month of May with my girl (Talkin' 'bout my girl) Talkin' bout, talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout my girl Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There ain't a place I'd like to be instead of Movin' down a crowded avenue Doing anything we like to do There's always lots of things that we can see You can be anyone we like to be All those happy people we could meet Just groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really, couldn't get away too soon We'll keep on spending sunny days this way We're gonna talk and laugh our time away I feel it coming closer day by day Life would be ecstasy, you and me endlessly Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away to soon No, No, No, No Groovin' Groovin'