The original of this one is in the DT: THE RACE IS ON, written by Don Rollins and recorded by George Jones, among others.

The following parody is transcribed from the sound file at The Record Lady's All-Time Country Favorites, Real Country Archives Page 11.

THE CHASE IS ON
(As sung by Homer and Jethro)

My poor heart is as heavy as a bucket of liver and my feet are a-burning like "far."
I'm standing here on the corner wondering where all the women are.
Now you might think I'm a little too old, but I'm in there chasing them all,
But then I reckon if I ever caught one, then I would break right down and bawl.

CHORUS: Now the chase is on and here comes blondes up the backstretch,
Brunettes, they're running on the outside.
Blackheads are being squeezed, and almost standing still.
My feet's a-getting a blister and I'm a-getting mighty short on wind.
The chase is on and I'll be right in it, just as long as it's downhill.

One day I fell in love with a pretty little filly, never dreaming what a fool I'd be.
I lived in hopes of waking up each morning and finding she was gone from me.
It ain't that I wasn't crazy about her, 'cause I sure did love her a heap,
But my mind was a-making appointments that my body just couldn't keep. CHORUS