Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!

For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep singing!

Nick

I met her in a treehouse dead all over,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew no guy would ever love her more.

I knew deep down I'd live off her forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd black out with no clothes on,
I now can kiss my credit cards goodbye.

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