(To the tune of Battle Hymn of the Republic)
I wear my pink pyjamas in the summer when it’s hot.
I wear my flanner nighties in the winter when it’s not.
And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall,
I jump right between the sheets with nothing on at all.
Glory, glory hallelujah;
Glory, glory what’s it to ya?
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.