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 the stolen goods she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper with her cobra,
and I knew that I would upchuck on the floor.

Her rabbi said I'd play "Go Fish" forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off with her dentist,
I now can kiss my credit cards goodbye.

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