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.

Chorus:
Glory, glory, Hallelujah;
Glory, glory, What's it to ya?
Balmy breezes blowing through ya,
With nothing on at all.


I wake up in the morning with the sheet around my head,
And my little footsie-wootsies are a stickin' out of bed,
And then I even notice that I'm lying on the floor,
I swear I won't be drinking Coca-Cola any more.
Chorsu