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 jail cell sort of pregnant,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper in her muu-muu,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

A Klingon said I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off with a robot,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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