A different song, but right out of the same "playbook" of mischieviously altered material - a parody of "Silver Threads Among the Gold," another hoary oldie from the turn of the last century.

"At the boarding house where we live,
Everything is growing old.
Silver threads are in the butter,
All the bread has turned to mold.

When the dog died, we hat hot dogs,
When the cat died, catnip tea.
When the landlord died, I left there;
Spareribs were too much for me..."