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 wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili with her cobra,
and I knew that she would be a crashing bore.

I promised her I'd warp her mind forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd black out in her Maytag,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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