You got me feeling 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 your 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
   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
  
   Pyjama party, pyjama party, pyjama party, party
   Pyjama 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 and 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, pyjama party, party
   Pyjama party...
   Pyjama party, pyjama party, pyjama party, party
   Pyjama party...
  
   I asked Brigitte Bardot and Fred Astaire
   But they didn't show, no 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
   And tell me who's to say that two don't make a party?
   Pyjama party
   Pyjama party
   Pyjama party