Y'all have ruined so many songs for me . . .

My dad always sings it "A-grazing mace . . ." If I had a nickel for every song parody he ever made up, we could all retire now.

Wayne Hancock's "Route Twenty-Three" (or whatever that's called--I'm bad with titles) includes the line "Now you're nothing but a cross out on Route 23", which my father promptly changed to, "Now you're nothing but a grease-spot on Route 23", effectively killing whatever pathos the original lyrics may have had.