Shanklin hasn’t done anything as funny as “Crusty the Pantsuit” or “Pantsuit in the Wind” yet.
By request: Twin Spin!
CRUSTY THE PANTSUIT
Tune: "Frosty the Snowman"
Crusty the pantsuit
Was like clothes that you'd discard,
With a sweat-stained top
And a stretched-out butt
And two legs that smelled like lard.
Crusty the pantsuit
Was pulled out most ev'ry day.
As she put it on,
Hilly sang this song:
"Black is slimming, so they say."
She must have bought the pantsuit from
A wizard or an elf,
For when she took it off at night,
It stood up all by itself!
Oh . . .
Crusty the pantsuit
Was a fashion felony,
But the Freepers say,
"We can laugh and play
With these threads on Hillary."
Frumpety frump frump,
Frumpety frump frump,
Look at Crusty glow.
Rumpety rump rump,
Rumpety rump rump,
Over the Hill we go!
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PANTSUIT IN THE WIND
Tune: "Candle in the Wind"
Hello, Crusty Queen,
Though you never cleaned it at all,
You had the guts to wear your suit
While those around you crawled.
They crawled out of the odor
And they kept on holding their nose,
They shouted from a distance
And they begged you, "Change your clothes."
And it seems to me you wore your clothes
Like a pantsuit in the wind,
Never knowing what to change to
When the stains set in.
And I would have liked to have worn one,
But it would make me ill.
Your perfume wore out long before
Your pantsuit ever will.