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 that burlap bra she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne but I loved her,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

Her rabbi said I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up in her Maytag,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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