I love my jimjam
Jabama jabamers&nbsp;&nbsp;
You calls ‘em PJs
Some call ‘em pajamas

My jimjams are old 
And all busted up
There’s a hole in the sleeve
Where my elbow snuck 

But they still fit well
Real snug as can be
Though threads from my cuffs
Do dip in my tea

But the buttons still hold 
And the pocket still carries 
They keeps me warm at night
When the winter tarries 

So I pop on my jimjams 
‘For I hop into bed
And I curl up real tight
Once my prayers are said

I love my jimjam
Jabama jabamers
You calls ‘em PJs
Some call ‘em pajamas