And now the parody (transcribed from the sound file at The Record Lady's All-Time Country Favorites, Real Country Page 3):

DON'T LET THE STARS GET IN YOUR EYEBALLS
(Homer & Jethro)

This ain't "The Kiss of Fire."
This ain't "The Jambaliar."
This is "Don't Let the Stars Get in Your Eyes," ... we hope.

Her teeth are like the stars above because they come out ever' night.
(Two, three, four; one, two, three, four.)
Her hair so fair, she laid it on the chair
Because I seen it a-layin' there.
I cocked an eye at her. She cocked an eye at me,
And we just set there cockeyed as could be.

Too many fights, too many scars,
Too many knocks upon my head.
(Two, three, four; one, two, three. Now!)
Love was in bloom, then she lowered the boom
And now I wish that I was dead.
She's got me educated.
My eyes were granulated,
'Cause she hit me with the sugar bowl.

[Mandolin solo.]
JETHRO: (How do you like that strain, Homer?)
HOMER: (Boy, that sounds more like a compound fracture to me.)
[Mandolin solo, ending with a flat note.]
JETHRO: (Anybody else want to try it?)
[Steel guitar solo, ending with several notes that don't fit the final chord.]
HOMER: (It's on there. Keep a-huntin'.)

Don't let the stars get in your eyes
if you've got water on the brain.
(Two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.)
Don't light the flame or you'll be to blame.
The spark of spark of love may take your breath.
The water starts a-streamin',
Your ears will start to steamin',
And you'll percolate yourself to death.
(Two, three, four, five; six, seven, eight, nine; ten, eleven, twelve. Bingo!)
Don't let the stars get in ... your eyeball sockets.