Pink Pajamas

(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.