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 outside Fresno stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie in her muu-muu,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4".

Her rabbi said I'd salivate forever,
She said to me she loved my one blue eye,
But who'd have thought she'd make it with her guru,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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