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...