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!


I met her in a treehouse at McDonald's,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew she'd bought her dentures in a store.

The blood test showed I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd run off with my best friend,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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