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  (solo)  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.  repeat, fade.