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 in September,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

The blood test showed I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled with her guru,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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