Now here's the parody. You can hear it at YouTube: STILL #2 As recorded by "Ben Colder" (Sheb Wooley), 1963. SUNG: (Still,) though you took my car, (Still,) I know you won't get far. You'll be sitting still. (Still,) when a mile is past, (Still,) you'll run out of gas. You'll be sitting still. SPOKEN/RECITED: I've lost count of the hours and I've lost track of the time, And you know why, darlin'? I lost my watch! In fact, I lost a lot o' things when you went away. What are you gonna do with all my junk? But still I cling to the mem'ry of when we used to go together. Why, I must have gone with you for— Ain't that something? I can't even remember what I went with you for! But I do remember the nights when we'd stroll hand in hand And I'd look up at the sky and recite your favorite poem: "Starkle, starkle, little twink—" Oh, yeah, that reminds me: I've been readin' so much 'Bout the evils of drinking that I've decided to give it up, So I quit reading. Now I don't drink anything stronger than pop. Of course Pop will drink just about anything. SUNG: (Still,) I wish I had a (Still,) and then every day, I'd run my still. SPOKEN/RECITED: This flame in my heart is like an eternal fire. It's the worst case of heartburn I've ever had. And I haven't been able to put out not one little flicker, Not even with all this beer, I mean, tears. My friends think that I'm crazy; maybe I am, But I'll carry this torch just as long as I can. But you know that one of these days it's gonna get awful short, And if I don't drop it, well, someday you may just come home and find that I've made an ash of myself! SUNG: (Still,) though I tote this torch, (Still,) it's beginning to scorch. I can't hold still. Ooh, that smarts; ouch!
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