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 on probation poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew no guy would ever love her more.

Her rabbi said I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled in her Maytag,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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