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 on the highway with her father,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth when she shot me,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.

I knew deep down I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel with her guru,
I now can kiss my credit cards goodbye.

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