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 gay bar dead all over,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew no guy would ever love her more.

I told her shrink I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd black out while in labor,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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