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 incognito dead all over,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne on her elbows,
and I knew what strong deodorants were for.

Her rabbi said I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out with her guru,
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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