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 the Stone Age dead all over,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was slurpin' up linguini with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I knew deep down I'd stay a dwarf forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off with no clothes on,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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