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 ridin' shotgun,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies in the twilight,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

Her rabbi said I'd change my sex forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd black out with my best friend,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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