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It's cosy and it's red and white,
It keeps me snug and warm at night,
But just last week I lost a fight
With my pyjama top.

It has six buttons, shiny red.
I fasten them when I go to bed,
But then I pulled it o'er my head,
My warm pyjama top.

My elbow hit the wardrobe door
And hurt my shoulder, already sore.
I yelled out when my tendon tore.
Damn that pyjama top!

I'm sick of all that physio stuff,
Steroid injections sure feel rough,
From now on I'm sleeping in the buff,
Stuff my pyjama top.

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