I Can't Find My Pajamas    

Dave Gordon   

I couldn't find the composer of this great song. I finally discovered that he had passed away and donated the profits from his songs to a hospital in Dayton Ohio.

It's been a long time since morning,

And I've been working so hard,

As I collect rocks,

In my uncle's back yard.

I'm getting tired and sleepy,

Want a pillow for my head,

But I can't find my pajamas

So how can I go to bed?

I looked under the table,

I looked under the chair,

I looked in the oven,

And in our old Frigidaire

I even looked in the bathroom

For a clue or a sign.

Pardon me if I shout,

How can I sleep without,

These pajamas, of mine.

Well my pillows so fluffy,

And the sheets soft and clean.

After spending the morning

In the washing machine.

But I can't find my pajamas

And it's a great tragedy,

How can I say goodnight,

I can't turn out the light,

Till they're covering me.

Were they taken by pirates?

Did they fly off with geese?

Should I look up the chimney?

Or should I call the police?

Were they eaten by leopards

Who are licking their chops?

They were my favourite pair,

Now I've nothing to wear

Neither bottoms nor tops.

Wait mommy's found my pajamas,

A happy end to my song.

They were there in the closet,

Folded where they belong.

Now I will no longer throw them,

Yes I will fold them instead,

And when I find my red toothbrush,

I will go straight to bed.