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 gay bar in September,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I shrieked in pain I'd salivate forever,
She said to me our love would never die,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled while in labor,
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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