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 nightmare sort of pregnant,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies with a wetback,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

Her rabbi said I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me she loved my one blue eye,
But who'd have thought she'd turn green at her health club,
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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