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 gay bar ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was smellin' kind of funny in the twilight,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The painters knew I'd warp her mind forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd turn green in my Edsel,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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