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 Sheboygan dead all over,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili with her cobra,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.

She asked me if I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd make it with a robot,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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