(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.