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 dead all over,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with her cobra,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

My hamster thought I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd black out with a robot,
I never had the chance to say goodbye.

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