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 outside Fresno ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I promised her I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me our love would never die,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel in my Edsel,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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