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 those training pants she wore.
She was slurpin' up linguini with Miss Piggy,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

The blood test showed I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me our love would never die,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off on her "Workmate",
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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