There’s a hole in the knee and a button is gone
But I climb inside and stifle back a yawn
The cloth is soft as it kisses my skin
And I snuggle under the covers again.  CHORUS

CHORUS:  Jammies, I love my favorite pair.
The only ones that I like to wear.
They keep me warm and they feel like a friend
As I snuggle under the covers again.

If my jammies could talk, if my jammies had eyes,
They’d tell when I fell and bumped my head and cried
They soaked up my tears in their flannel and then
I snuggled under the covers again.  CHORUS

And as I stand by the mark on the wall, 
I’m inching up and growing rather tall.
I cannot wear my old jams anymore
So sadly they hang on a hook by the door.  CHORUS