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 the Stone Age stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I promised her I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out with my best friend,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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