My Sunshine

(Sunshine, Sunshine) You are my (Sunshine, Sunshine) (Sunshine, Sunshine) My Sunshine lives in Cleveland beside the Hall of Fame He sings just like Sinatra – the legend of his day I harmonize with him He harmonizes with me My Sunshine taught me how to sing "Going home, going home. We are going home." "Going home, going home. We are going home." My Sunshine is a child – or so my father says My father's father lives much farther from seriousness He taught me to count in German He learned from his mother She learned in Slovakia (Eins zwei drei g'suffa!) "Going home, going home. We are going home." "Going home, going home. We are going home." My Sunshine is old-fashioned I think that's beautiful What he lacks in manners, he's gained in love and a playful soul I stole his lake-blue eyes He stole them from the skies He stole his nose from a big, red rose that God gave him No lies "Going home, going home. We are going home." Mother's there, Father's there. We are going home." "Going home, going home. We are going home." "Going home, going home. We are going home."