Lyrics
She’s got her pudding in the ovenAnd it’s gonna be good She better not leave me And go out to Hollywood She’s got the best pudding in the neighborhood She’s my babyShe can drive a truckShe 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 babyShe’s comin’ down the sidewalkShe’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 babyMy babyMy babyShe’s got a body for business, got a head for sinShe knocks me over like a bowling pin She came home last night and said “Honey, honey, honey, it’s hard to get ahead”My babyMy babyShe can build a boatShe 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 babyMy baby (she’s my baby) My baby (she’s my-my baby) My baby