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 jail cell with Merv Griffin,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie with her cobra,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

Her rabbi said I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd sky dive at her health club,
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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