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 in September,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper with a wetback,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The painters knew I'd live off her forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up with a robot,
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.

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