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 at a truck stop poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was drinkin' Dr. Pepper when she shot me,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.

She asked me if I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd freak out with my best friend,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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