The Ballad of Gusty Steve

[Verse 1] And the town folks say poor Steve Martin, what a scene Every time he tries to chat, it's a gas that's mean Oh Steve Martin, you can hear him startin' With a toot, a laugh, can't refrain, oh Steve Martin [Verse 2] Down the street, there goes Steve, it's an art, he's fartin' Leaves a trail that's quite unique, noisy art, no bargain [Verse 3] In the cafe, Steve's alone, sippin' tea, he's partin' The air once more, the regulars departin' Quiet tears, but Steve Martin's chartin' A course through life, where his farts are just startin' [Chorus] Oh Steve Martin, with the winds he's cartin' A silent chuckle in his heart, though it's farts he's chartin' [Verse 4] Oh, at the market, ripe fruit's not all that's tarting Steve walks by, and the apples are departing Even the flowers wilt, as Steve's just startin' [Verse 5] The children laugh as Steve hustles by, not smartin' For every poot's a tune, in his own life's chartin' [Chorus] Still, Steve Martin, with his gas never partin' [Verse 6] But Steve smiles wide, and he's not disheartenin' The folks may jest, but he's not departin' From his windy path, though his cheeks are smartin' [Chorus] Oh listen well, to Steve Martin's unfartin' Like a breeze in the meadow, his spirit's not tarting' For his gusty ways, a tale we're charting