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 at a truck stop at McDonald's,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew that she would be a crashing bore.

She asked me if I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd make it with her dentist,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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