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. 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, "Ooh 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, m-my-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. My baby. My baby. My baby.