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 in a jail cell poppin' uppers,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail by the off-ramp,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

The blood test showed I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd make it in my Edsel,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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