Eeyore (My Girl, Smokey Robinson / Ronald White)

Here's a little ode to that perpetually gloomy, sometimes sardonic donkey who lives in the Hundred Acre Wood, to the tune of My Girl.

Eeyore

He's got rain clouds
On a sunny day.
When it's bright outside,
His world is cold and gray.

Well, I guess you'd say,
"Who's the one who feels this way?"
Eeyore. (Eeyore, Eeyore)
Talkin' 'bout Eeyore. (Eeyore)

He does not like honey.
He craves solitude,
And you would not be wrong
If you said he was rude.

Well, I guess you'd say,
"Who's the one who feels this way?"
Eeyore. (Eeyore, Eeyore)
Talkin' 'bout Eeyore. (Eeyore)

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Oooooh...

All he needs is thistles,
His tiny shack
And, whenever it falls off him,
The tail on his back.

Well, I guess you'd say,
"Who's the one who feels this way?"
Eeyore. (Eeyore, Eeyore)
Talkin' 'bout Eeyore. (Eeyore)

Talkin' 'bout Eeyore.
He's got rain clouds on a sunny day.
Poor Eeyore.
But I still love him anyway. He's Eeyore...