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 on the highway sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili on her elbows,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

A Klingon said I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd make it on a surfboard,
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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