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 all hunched over,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper with Miss Piggy,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I promised her I'd live off her forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up while in labor,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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