| SONGS |
| PINK PAJAMAS |
| I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it’s hot I wear my flannel nightie in the winter when it’s not And sometimes in the springtime And sometimes in the fall I slip between the covers with nothing on at all! Glory, glory, hallelujah, Glory, glory what’s it to ya? Balmy breezes blowin’ through ya With nothing on at all. |
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| *to the tune of “Battle Hymn of the Republic” |