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 a treehouse with Merv Griffin,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

My hamster thought I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up while in labor,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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