(tune: Battle Hymn of the Republic)
 
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 jump between the sheets with nothing on at all.
 
Glory, glory how peculiar,
Balmy breezes blowing through you,
And sometimes in the springtime,
And sometimes in the fall,
I jump between the sheets,
With nothing on at all.
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