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 on probation sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was slurpin' up linguini near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The painters knew I'd stay with her forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd run off on a surfboard,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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