It’s righteous to see the depth of Bernie’s lyric finally and truly lifted like an untarnished treasure to the sky, no, to the heavens by the master of the sliced, punctuated, stuttered, incomprehensible-pauses-in-short-sentences, Mr William Shatner.
It’s up there with Telly Savalas’ “If” and Lorne Greene’s “Ringo”.
BTW Is that David Peel’s cigarette he’s smoking?

Love that waxy complexion. Don’t Shatner my dreams, baby! I go crazy for the way he mumbles! Ooh smoking makes his voice so gritty! And the way he says ain’t makes me feel like I’m back on the farm! And if you thought one was delicious, try two! Two Shatners for the price of one!! Oh no no no!! That vulnerable face!! I’ll comfort you, Willy! And then there were three! Shake it, Shatner, shake it! How that boy moves like glassy molasses!

Call me an armchair psychologist, but I sense some unresolved ‘mommy’ issues in that last comment there, Adrian.