| 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� |