Sung to the tune of Johnny Cash's "I Walk The Line".
Written by Guest Parodist Otto
People are loud, brash, and so unrefined
You prefer silence, it is more sublime
I'm not like Moe, Curly, or that Larry Fine
To make you mine, I walk the mime
I try so hard not to be so thin-skinned
Trapped in a box or walking in the wind
Go to confession if by chance you've sinned
Because you're mine, I walk the mime
My shirt and pants, sacre chat, yes, they are tight
They could be let out in the seat a mite
If you don't like it, not applauding is your right
Go suck a lime, I walk the mime
I truly hope that you stay by my side
My love for you grows as the rising tide
Cook us light meals, I can't become too wide
Our love stops time, I walk the mime