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, m-my 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 pours 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, 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