This is a weird one, even for me, but …why not?
When I was in London for a school trip, I had an interesting roommate named Jenny for the week. Actually, I had two roommates, Jenny and Catherine. After a week of not sleeping (teenage girls away from home …in London…) we were pretty wired. After a week of being subjected to Jenny's habit of "relaxing" at night by hanging out in the room wearing only underwear, we had run out of ideas on how to get her to wear pajamas occasionally. Until…we saw a poster for CATS, and being the geeks that we are, modified part of a song just for her:
Jenny, you didn't kill us for singing this to you on the tubes. You are a trooper.
"I have a nude roommate in mind.
Her name is Jenny…any clothes?
Her coats the non-existent kind.
Just underwear
And nary a top.
All night she lays upon the bed
And that is just enough of that.
She lays, and sprawls, and writhes, and lays…
And that's what makes a topless roomie.
That's what makes a topless roomie!"
If we'd done the entire song, maybe she would have given in and put on pajamas?