She's My Baby lyrics
by Traveling Wilburys



She's got her pudding in the ovenAnd it's gonna be good.She better not leave meAnd 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.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 sidewalkShe's stumblin through the doorShe's coming home from placesshe's never been before.She sits down on the sofaShe poors herself a drinkSays, "Ooh honey, honey ain't no time to think."My babyMy baby(solo)My babyShe's got a body for businessGot a head for sinShe knocks me overlike a bowling pin.She came home last night and said,"Honey, honey, honey it's hard to get ahead."My babyMy babyShe can build a boatShe can make it float (My baby, m-my-my baby)She can play my guitarNote for NoteShe likes to stick her tongue right down my throat.She's my baby.My baby.My baby.My baby.repeat, fade.