One of the running jokes I had with my mom when she was alive was that she got SICK of THE PAJAMA GAME. Oh, she loved the show, but she said that every time she got invited out by someone to see a show (my dad didn't like theater, so my mom had to depend on the kindness of strangers), it always ended up being THE PAJAMA GAME. She must have seen it a half dozen times in her life in different productions. I think it was one of the last things she ever saw me in.
After years of complaining about THE PAJAMA GAME, I took her to NYC one summer just to see four shows, none of which were THE PAJAMA GAME. The ones we saw that summer were GEORGE M, CABARET, MAME, and THE HAPPY TIME.