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 poppin' uppers,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail with her cobra,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I shrieked in pain I'd warp her mind forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel on "The Gong Show",
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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