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!


I met her at a truck stop in September,
I can still recall the stolen goods she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail on her elbows,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.

Her rabbi said I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd make it with her dentist,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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