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 at a truck stop stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper by the off-ramp,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I promised her I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd make it in her Maytag,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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