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 Sheboygan sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with her cobra,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

She asked me if I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd bobsled with her guru,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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