Eryn and I sing the refrain to this song all the time because she really likes it. But I can never remember the words I'd learned when I was a Boy Scout. I think there are probably a thousand songs I've forgotten the words to since then, when skits and songs merited their own large three ring binder on my shelf for my troop and the Scouts I minded as a camp counselor, including "Good Old Mountain Dew" and "Take a Stick of Bamboo" (which I hated, so that's a good thing). But Eryn is also a fanatic about "Pink Pajamas", so at least I remembered the important ones. Here are the lyrics, modified for Daddy's little girl as that's how we sing it around here.
Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread
Three little children layin' in the bed Two were sick and the other 'most dead Sent for the doctor, the doctor said "Feed those children on shortnin' bread"
Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread
When those children layin' in the bed Heard that talk about shortnin' bread They popped up well and started to sing Skipping 'round the room doing the pigeon wing
Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread
Put on the skillet Put on the lid Daddy's going to make some shortnin' bread That's not all he's going to do Daddy's going to cook us some cocoa too
Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread
I snuck to the kitchen, picked up the lid I filled my pockets full of shortnin' bread I winked at the pretty little girl and said "Baby, how'd you like some shortnin' bread"
Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread
Got caught with the skillet Got caught with the lid Got caught with my mouth full of shortnin' bread Six months for the skillet, six months for the lid Six months in the jail eatin' shortnin' bread
Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread Daddy's little girl loves shortnin', shortnin' Daddy's little girl loves shortnin' bread
Pink Pamajas
I wear my pink pajamas in the summer when it's hot I wear my flannel nighty in the winter when it's not And sometimes in the spring time, and sometimes in the fall I jump between the sheets with nothing on at all...
Glory, glory hallelujah, Glory, glory what's it to ya Balmy breezes blowing throoough ya With nothing on at alllllll......
"Shortnin' Bread"
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