Every time we talk about that song, though, all I can hear is my little day campers over the summer singing �Pink Pajamas� to that same tune.
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when its hot,
I wear my pink pajamas 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 what�s it to ya?
Balmy breezes blowing through ya.
And sometimes in the springtime,
And sometimes in the fall,
I jump between the sheets with nothing on at all.
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