(Sung to the tune of the "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, What's it to you?;
Glory, glory, What's it to you?
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.