(Tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic) I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot. I wear my flannel nighties in the winter when it's not. And sometimes in the springtime and sometimes in the fall, I jump right in 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.
Last updated: March 1, 2014