Best puddin in the neighborhood.

This is my new favorite song. I like it so much that when I play it in the car, I press the PREV button to play it again. I never knew what that button was for before.

It's by the Traveling Wilburys. Their second album (Volume 3), isn't near as good as the first. Of course, Roy Orbison was unique and irreplaceable, and I hear some sadness as the boys get together to soldier on. This song and Wilbury Twist are worth the price of admission, however.

You haven't lived until you've heard Dylan's gravelly voice creak "right down my throat." I love these guys!

She's My Baby

She's got her puddin in the oven
And it's gonna be good
She better not leave me
And go out to hollywood
She got the best puddin in the neighborhood
She's my baby

She can drive a truck
She can drive a train
She can even drive an air-o-plane
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, ooh 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