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 the Stone Age with her father,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie on her elbows,
and I knew no guy would ever love her more.

Her rabbi said I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel with my best friend,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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