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 partyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
