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 outside Fresno stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was smellin' kind of funny when she shot me,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

A Klingon said I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that Nixon didn't lie,
But who'd have thought she'd make it at her health club,
I never had the chance to say goodbye.

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