Blankets and the sheets we bed in
Blankets and the sheets are dirty, man
I mutter to myself,
"Do they need to be changed again?"
I need to sleep, I'm so rundown
I grumble to myself
"Soap costs rise in the laundry1"
My sweetie pie says, "It's no shame, dear"
"It's past sundown
It's not safe to walk on down!"
"Throw the blankets and the sheets in a big pile
Pillows on the other side"
I grumble to myself

Pull out the pillows
Where's my blessed PJs?
It's just the queer game that we constantly play
It has nothing bad to say about my wife
Where's my blessed PJs?
It's just the queer game that we constantly play

I need to sleep, I'm so run down
Eventually, I'll come 'round
Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs?
Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs?
Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs?
Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs?
Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs, Where's my PJs?
(ad nauseum to fade...)