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 dead all over,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

The judge declared I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me she couldn't stand my tie,
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive in my Edsel,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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