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)