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 treehouse sort of pregnant,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with Miss Piggy,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.

I shrieked in pain I'd play "Go Fish" forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel in my Edsel,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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