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 (My baby, m-my-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, "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.

My baby.