She's My Baby - The Traveling Wilburys

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 pours 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, 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