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 treehouse stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was talkin' in Swahili with her cobra,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

The blood test showed I'd have my rash forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel on "The Gong Show",
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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