Comrades,

I have stumbled upon an age old classic that has been sung by many generations of collectivist before us. They, in all their wisdom of socialist construction, knew we would one day be purging the one known as Nancy Pantaloons A.K.A- Fancy Pants, A.K.A- Paisley Pelosi A.K.A- Surgically altered thing.

Now don't get me wrong comrades. Such gems like this digitally re-mastered folk song are very hard to find, so I had to take it the only way I knew how and that is by using my powers as a Party Chairperson. Know then, for the record, I did grab this piece of fine music by snatching it from the dirty frozen hands of a prole couple, it was all they had after paying taxes and they needed this to barter for that night's rotten potato.

However, their sacrifice ensures we have decent traditional folk music for our purge, a song that tells the story of Nancy Pantaloons fall from progressive grace, how she in all her foolish young ways was led down the dark path of capitalism, kick backs and big oil money. Let us never forget the brave sacrifice of the prole couple, who I in all my benevolence, made sure personally that they would receive one cup of grass and water instead of the customary half cup while they are in the Gulag. Let us never forget the little people who make our sadistic celebration of the purge possible.

Let us dance in the interpretive styles of radical cultural upheavel, just like Krissy! Laika, lead the dance of the purge!

Songs of The Timeless Tradition of Folk Collectivism: Nancy Pantaloons

Nancy Nancy our Fancy Pants,
Had a time with our cats
She skinned em' good and let them cook
Turned on us like a repug crook

Oh Nancy Pantaloons thick and through, always has her lipstick drawn askew.
Oh Nancy Pantaloons how dare you, accepted cash from oil dealing trash!
Oh Nancy Pantaloons the people speak, November 8th shall be our treat.
Oh Nancy Pantaloons the time has come, Krissy shall ascend and you will be
DONE!

Nancy Nancy our Fancy Pants,
Made Her Excellency do a dance
Speaker speaker I must get through
We got a purging just for you

Oh Nancy Pantaloons thick and through, always has her lipstick drawn askew.
Oh Nancy Pantaloons how dare you, accepted cash from oil dealing trash!
Oh Nancy Pantaloons the people speak, November 8th shall be our treat.
Oh Nancy Pantaloons the time has come, Krissy shall ascend and you will be done! DONE! DOOONEEEE!

OK everybody, this is in a key of "C".
OK everyone, places!
Lights!
An a one-a, and a two-a. tap, tap, tap.

One, two, three, swish.
One, two, three, mince.
One, two, three, swish.
Cut! Stop the action!
Comrade Otis, you need to work it more, babe! More penache! More Ginger Rogers! More feeling!
Oh, I think I'm going to faint. Where's my smelling salts.
Take ten people, I'll be in my dressing room.

If I'm going to be part of this, I'm going to need to have a larger trailer, and a large cut of the profits to feed my $20,000 monkey extract addiction.