Days of Forty Nine

I'm old Ben Bloggs
From the town square bogs
And mine is a mighty chore
My mission is to make every bum
Awfully red and sore
I'm an awful chap
When you sit for a crap
I'll afflict you beyond reprisal
I'm afraid old chum
Your poor old bum
Will soon be wiped raw by Izal

Chorus
So what care I
If in pain people cry
For I am a character shady
Round the bogs I lurk
Doing my dirty work
In the Gents and in the Ladies