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 dead all over,
I can still recall the neon sign 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 man wasn't meant to fly,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel while in labor,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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