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 Sheboygan with her father,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies when she shot me,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4".

I knew deep down I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled with a robot,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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