Busted! The above parody lyrics have been around for years and were allegedly written by Irving Berlin. See http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/chatterbox/2005/06/another_porter_riddle.html

No attempt at deceit here. "Israel Balin" was one of the many names I used before settling on the one known best. Most of you are seeing this parody for the first time.

Present your own work, D*ckhead. Anything else is dishonest unless you post a credit which you did not. 111

I resent the epithet used against me. I have presented my own original work under my own name, using an assistant to operate the computer. I had expected my parody to be enjoyed and to be rated and commented on regarding its quality, not on erroneous assumptions about its provenance. I have published it before; that does not disqualify it from publication here. Again, enjoy!

But Irving, aren't you dead?

I will have my assistant check, and I will get back to you on that.

"Irving" may have bent the rules a bit, but he did me a favor by providing me with a good laugh from a first-rate parody which I had not seen before. Lighten up, Annoyed!

@Curious: My assistant informs me that I'm indeed dead. I don't see why that is relevant. In fact, I should get extra credit for overcoming a pretty severe disability. What are you, a necrophobe?

Cheating is cheating, loser!

@Jed Clampett: Trolling is trolling, and being inbred is no excuse!

I don't get why Irving, who died in 1989, is making all this fuss. My question (likely never to be answered) is, who sent the 2005 blogger these amusing lyrics? Someone seems to be silvering over the fact that the OS was clearly a Cole Porter creation. It's a shame that such great lyrics appear so seldom on our site, or for that matter in the broader realm of the living. In any case, the real author, and his a-e.s should try to take their medication more regularly. (sec code ASR)

Dr. Coniglio, I think I have seen you in these heavenly precincts, lobbying the angels to turn in their harps for ukuleles. The intermediary who supplied my lyrics to AIR is none other than Clarence. He has finally gotten his wings! In life, I was a workaholic and I couldn't turn it off, post-1989. So I hector the living with my parodies. I wrote scores of them, mostly to Harold Arlen in order to assuage his terrible depression. (I understand you have him on Prozac up here.) Most of the parodies are very naughty. Therefore, the Starkeeper/Family Doctor/High School Principal forbids their distribution. Oh, I'm running low on Thorazine. Could you give me an Rx? You're the guy in the bloodstained white apron and straw hat, right?

But darling: beyond a sliver of a doubt, Irving gave Cole full credit here for the original song. So did I, a bit more than 50 years ago, performing my parody of Let's Do It at Wilbur Clark's Desert Inn in Las Vegas. Oh, these dreary, gauche addresses: http://www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/noel_coward_gertrude_lawrence/lets_do_it-lyrics-472933.html

You may amuse yourself with this for an Eternity or two: http://www.amiright.com/parody/misc/noelcoward7.shtml

Shut-up you conniving, deceitful, liar! Pack of 1s for you.

Me thinks Irving Berlin doth protest too much!

IB? More like IBS!!!

Bizarre that someone would co-opt Berlin's not especially well-known birth name to post this as though it's a new and original parody, but there you are...

Nonetheless, it is brilliant; Berlin actually out-Portered Porter with this one.