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 burlap bra she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail with her cobra,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.

The judge declared I'd warp her mind forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd boogie in her Maytag,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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