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 treehouse in September,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie with Miss Piggy,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I told her shrink I'd salivate forever,
She said to me that Nixon didn't lie,
But who'd have thought she'd black out on a surfboard,
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.

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