Said Martin to his neighborly trucker,
"My asshole is starting to pucker."
My eyeball is there
amidst all the hair
and it's one sore-assed mother fucker

There once was a fellow named Martin
I'll get it out just by fartin'
Ate three cans of beans
and off came his jeans
They found his glass eye in St. Maarten

Finding out that his eye was not stolen
Martin's innards became a might swollen
He searched through the goop
of his own rectal poop
When he sneezed it shot out of his colon