sung to the tune of “Battle Hymn of the Republic”
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it’s hot
I wear my flannel nightie in the winter when it’s not
And sometimes in the springtime
And sometimes in the fall
I slip between the covers with nothing on at all!
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory what’s it to ya?
Balmy breezes blowin’ through ya
With nothing on at all.