Pyjama Party - Sailor

You got me feelin' like a cold war zone

I’m playing sad melodies on my saxophone

And I’ve been dreaming lots of naughty nights

Me and you moonlighting from my chaperone

You never drive in my car

Under the moon and the stars

And when I’m flying my kite

You don’t accept my invite

So when the weekend comes I’m going to have a party

Pyjama party

I’ll buy some wine and turn the lights down low

We’ll have Nat King Cole on the stereo

If it gets too late you can stay here all night

I’ll send an invitation

To the United Nations

And to the Russian regime

I’ll say we’re having a scene

They can all make friends at my pyjama party

Pyjama party

Pyjama party, pyjama party party

Pyjama party, pyjama party party…

I asked Brigitte Bardot and Fred Astaire

But they didn’t show, no no no

You’re the only one who made it to the party

Pyjama party

Your silk pyjamas and your dancin' shoes

No more iron curtain, no more singin' the blues

We’ll cuddle up or have a pillow fight

If it gets too late you can stay here all night

I’ll send an invitation

To the United Nations

And to the Russian regime

I’ll say we’re having a scene

They can all make friends at my pyjama party

Pyjama party, WHOO!

Pyjama party, pyjama party party

Pyjama party, pyjama party party…

I asked Brigitte Bardot and Fred Astaire

But they didn’t show, no no no

You’re the only one who made it to the party

You’re the only one who made it to the party

Tell me who’s to say that two don’t make a party?

Pyjama party, Pyjama party, Pyjama party