She's got her pudding in the oven

And it's gonna be good

She better not leave me

And go out to hollywood

She got the best pudding in the neighborhood

She's my baby



She can drive a truck

She can drive a train (my baby, ma-ma my baby)

She can even drive an aeroplane

She's so good to look at in the rain

She's my baby



She's comin' down the sidewalk

She's stumblin through the door

She's coming home from places she's never been before

She sits down on the sofa

She poors herself a drink

Says, "honey, honey, honey ain't no time to think"

My baby

My baby



My baby

She's got a body for business

Got a head for sin

She knocks me over like a bowling pin

She came home last night and said

"honey, honey, honey it's hard to get ahead."

My baby

My baby



She can build a boat

She can make it float (my baby, ma-ma my baby)

She can play my guitar

Note for note

She likes to stick her tongue right down my throat

She's my baby

My baby

My baby



My baby (repeat and fade)


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