I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

And when it's cold outside, I've got the month of May

I've got so much honey, the bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

I don't need money, fortune or fame

I got all the riches, baby, that one man can claim

My girl, talkin' 'bout my girl

Got so much honey, the bees envy me

I got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

Don't need no fortune, no money or fame

'Cause when I got my girl, I've got all the riches one man can claim