I'm sure I made that a clicky; anyway here it is, Bog Roll Blues, the mighty Groundhogs at their finest:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Myt6xtMYeLA

Lyric add perhaps? I'll be singing this with the fiddle next time I visit the Beech!

Hanging on a convenience wall,
A roll of two-ply crepe and one-ply clear,
The silent sentinels of health,
supplied by the corporation hygiene surveyor,
Perforated, sectionalised, medicated, sterilised each layer,
Property of Birmingham City Council now please wash your hands.
But, if you think this is all that these tissues appear to be,
Then listen to the kind of thing these tissues have to be and have to see.

They're witness to a junkie's needs, soaking up the blood spilled on the floor,
A message scribbled on a sheet, state date, time and size pushed under the door,
Rolled up to a pellet size, shoved into the hole drilled through the wall,
Streaming projectiles hurled through the air out of the trains after
games of football.
But I don't suppose anybody really cares, there's too many nowadays just want to wipe their ass of the whole affair.

Or maybe not - Rachel & I sang The Slurf Song at a session recently and having had all manner of songs dealing with incest, murder, maritime venereal disease & the causes theref, a number of people there were visibly shocked by the word shit & refused to sing along. For those who've never heard it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZA7OT3Ib5I

and The Great Man himself, just last year, with new verses:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZmJnY6N56M