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 jail cell wrestlin' gators,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail on her elbows,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

She asked me if I'd play "Go Fish" forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd black out with her guru,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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