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 on probation at McDonald's,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The blood test showed I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that Nixon didn't lie,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel on a surfboard,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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