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 incognito poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili when she shot me,
and I knew that I would upchuck on the floor.

She asked me if I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive with my best friend,
I now can kiss my credit cards goodbye.

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