(The following song is to be sung to the tune of "His truth is marching on."
I wear my cotton jammies in the summer when it's hot
And I wear my woolen nighties in the winter when it's not
And sometimes in the spring and then again sometimes in fall
I jump right in between the sheets with nothing on at all
Glory, glory, what's it to ya
Glory, glory, what's it to ya
Glory, glory, what's it to ya
If I jump right in between the sheets
With nothing on at all