[MARTY, spoken]
This goes out to a young lady currently restocking feminine products. It's called "Cleanup on Aisle 4." Not an actual clean up, Rick. 

(sung)
Clean up my heart on aisle four
'Cause that's where it lays in a heap of green olives from the olive bar
'Cause I'm the pimento to your olive
I wanna be inside of you
But instead my heart is on the floor
Being crushed like the garlic we sell by the door