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!