She's got a pudding in the oven, and it's gonna be good
But you better not leave me, I'm going to Hollywood
She's got the best pudding in the neighborhood, yeah
But she's my baby
She can drive a truck
She can drive a train
I'm her baby, my, my baby
I'm her baby, my, my baby
But she can't even drive an aeroplane
But she's so good to look at in the rain
She's my baby
Coming down the sidewalk, shuffling through the doors
Taking off from places she's never been before
She sits down on the sofa, pours herself a drink
Said, honey, honey, honey, no time to think
My baby, my, my, 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
Oh, honey, honey, honey, it's hard to get ahead
My baby, my, my, my baby
She can build a port and she can make it float
My baby, my, my, my baby
She can play my guitar note for note
She likes to stick her tongue right down my throat
But she's my baby
She's my baby
She's my baby
She's my baby
She's my baby