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 with Merv Griffin,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper when she shot me,
and I knew that I would upchuck on the floor.

The painters knew I'd change my sex forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd make it in her Maytag,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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