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 in September,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was crashin' through the guardrail near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4".

I shrieked in pain I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me our love would never die,
But who'd have thought she'd run off with no clothes on,
She freaked out on the lawn and screamed goodbye.

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