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My baby loves my Yorkshire pudding
And that's alright with me
She knows my pudding is a good'un
Cos it stretches down to my knee
When it starts steaming you can hear her shout
Ooh, I love it with the gravy running out
My baby loves my Yorkshire pudding
And it's a lovely recipe
My baby loves my big black pudding
And she can have a piece for free
It ain't no vegetable scudden
It's meat most definitely
I keep it bubbling, I serve it hot
Ooh, that portion really hits the spot
My baby loves my big black pudding
And it's a lovely recipe
Well, my baby loves my Christmas pudding
It's so big and fruity, you see
She knows my pudding is a good'un
And she lights up like a Christmas tree
Now, hold on, baby, I think you'd better stop
It looks so pretty with Holly on the top
Well, my baby loves my Christmas pudding
And it's a special recipe
Well, my baby loves my chocolate pudding
It's just about two foot three
She found out all of a sudden
It's strange as any pudding can be
Though she eats with vim and vigour
The more I eat, the more it gets bigger
My baby loves my chocolate pudding
And it's a special recipe
I said, baby, I've got so much pudding
I think there's enough for three
Well, she said she would and then she wouldn't
But she finally did agree
She shared her dumplings with one of my chums
He's got more treacle and much bigger plums
I guess I was misunderstood
But now she goes there for dinner and tea
Oh, yeah, and she don't get no breakfast from me
Oh, no, that P-U-D-D-I-N-G