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 in September,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth in her muu-muu,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The painters knew I'd stay with her forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive at her health club,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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