Pools of fitness In the brochure No one ever ain't Stride up into the outhouse before No one ever ain't With their boots on And Bitsie's jumping around in his casket And his brown paper bag He's merry Like in the brochure In the brochure Mighty man And a sickness A sickness held over his head Like a cape And a god awful smell He's a big reeker from hell Give him a brochure Ride the bus downtown and Train your mouth I ain't ever seen you around