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 wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall that creepy smile she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies with a wetback,
and I knew what strong deodorants were for.

Her rabbi said I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd turn green with my best friend,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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