I not only know the song, I knew every joke as it came along, right on cue. A mind like an attic.
I knew every place the laugh track came in on this one, too.
In a few years I will no longer be able to hold a coherent conversation on euthanasia or assisted suicide - right when I might need it, too - but I will sing these from my balcony. If they let me have a balcony. Which I doubt.