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!


I met her incognito poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the stolen goods she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.

I shrieked in pain I'd change my sex forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd boogie on a surfboard,
I never had the chance to say goodbye.

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