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 treehouse poppin' uppers,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand in the twilight,
and I knew no guy would ever love her more.

She asked me if I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out on a surfboard,
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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