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 gay bar sort of pregnant,
I can still recall the stolen goods she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand on her elbows,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I told her shrink I'd stay with her forever,
She said to me that Nixon didn't lie,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out while in labor,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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