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.

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,