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 on probation dead all over,
I can still recall that little hat she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

The painters knew I'd play "Go Fish" forever,
She said to me man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel in her Maytag,
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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