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 jail cell sort of pregnant,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew what strong deodorants were for.

My hamster thought I'd live off her forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up on a surfboard,
I pushed her off the bridge and waved goodbye.

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