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 the Stone Age sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie with her cobra,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

My hamster thought I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel in her Maytag,
She sealed me in the vault and smirked goodbye.

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