Hollis Browne, he lived on the outside of town Hollis Browne, he lived on the outside of to-o-wn With his toilet with no paper and the outhouse falling down You looked for toilet tissue and you walked a rugged mile You looked for toilet tissue and you walked a rugged mile Your buttocks are so crusted that they don't know how to smile You pray to the Lord above oh please send you a roll You pray to the Lord above oh please send you a ro-o-oll Your empty outhouse tells you that you ain't a-got no roll Your bum is growing redder now, it's chafing on your slacks Your bum is growing redder now, it's chafing on your slacks Your spent your last lone dollar on seven sheets of wax Way out in the wilderness the lonely outhouse calls Way out in the wilderness the lonely outhouse calls Your eyes fix on the wax-paper that's hanging on the wall Your bum is a-bleeding and your legs can't seem to stand Well your bum it is a-bleeding and your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the wax-paper you're holding in your hand There's seven breezes blowing all 'round the outhouse door There's seven breezes blowing all around the outhouse doo-o-or Seven wipings ring out through the flush's pounding roar Seven lacerations on a South Dakoty bum There's seven lacerations on a South Dakoty bum Somewhere in the distance, seven people take a dump...