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 jail cell sort of pregnant,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili with her cobra,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.

I told her shrink I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel with a robot,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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