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 jail cell wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4".

The blood test showed I'd stay with her forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off with her guru,
I now can kiss my credit cards goodbye.

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