She wore her hideous pajamas
To keep me unaroused
I’m feeling kinda frisky
but tonight, I’m not allowed
She wore her flannel pants with footsies
with prints of buttercups
She’s clinging to her bedside
Those pants are staying up

She wore her facial green mudpack
To try to keep me scarred
She’s covered head to toe
And nothing will be barred
Her hair is wrapped in plastic
smells like the Fotomat
She knows I need some loving
But there’ll be none of that

She think she’s got my number, as she prepares to slumber
She thinks there’s no one dumber than me
Though it’s loving she is loathing, takes more than ugly clothing
That’s hardly a repellent for me

She wore her hideous pajamas
To kill the passion off
Fire retardant nightwear
Ain’t nothin’ comin’ off
Her silkie things are missing
Must be in storage somewhere
and for maximum effect
she’s wearing giant underwear

She’s lying there smirkin, she thinks her plan is workin
she doesn’t care that she’s jerkin’ me
But let me tell you honey, all though it may sound funny
You still look pretty sexy to me

that’s right – in those hideous pajamas