single by Mike D. James

I went to the store the other night,
Went through the door, oh my what a sight.
He was wearing pink flannels and slippers too,
Headed straight for aisle 2,
Carrying cocoa, marshmallows, eggs and ham,
English Muffins and Strawberry Jam,
And after he'd paid and was on his way,
I heard the guy next to me say,
That's Mr. Pajama Man,
Mr. Pajama Man,
Doesn't hit the sack till very late.
Doesn't get his usual six to eight, (hours)
He's the Pajama Man,
Mr. Pajama Man.
He goes to the store in furry shoes,
Ain't got no reputation to lose,
He's the Pajama Man,
Mr. Pajama Man.
He went to the bank to get some money,
People thought he looked funny,
Purple flannels and a furry blue hat.
A teller turned to me and said, "Who's that?!"
That's Pajama Man,
Mr. Pajama Man,
Doesn't hit the sack till very late.
Doesn't get his usual six to eight, (hours)
He's the Pajama Man,
Mr. Pajama Man.
He goes to the store in furry shoes,
Ain't got no reputation to lose,
He's the Pajama Man,
Mr. Pajama Man.

Ain't got no reputation to lose
Over pink and purple bunny shoes,
Old fashioned formality has blown a fuse.
You've heard of dressed to kill, here comes dressed to amuse,
Mr. Pajama Man...