Lyric She s My Baby

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