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 stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili by the off-ramp,
and I knew that she would be a crashing bore.

I told her shrink I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off on "The Gong Show",
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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