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 the Stone Age ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail on her elbows,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I knew deep down I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel on a surfboard,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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