All these songs of drown Willie ending up at his love's door reminds me of the old Maine story of the fisherman's wife who is awoken one night to find a group of her neighbors at her door, all with glum faces. "Is it that Willie's drown?" she asks. "Yep," they reply, "Drown dead." And they kind of part and there lies Wllie on the cellar door covered with seaweed, crabs, and one fat lobster clinging to his ear. "Well, don't just stand there," she says, "Strip off the take and set 'im again."

Roll & Go's never been able to sing this kind of song without someone giggling in appropriately...