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 incognito stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew what strong deodorants were for.

I told her shrink I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off while in labor,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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