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 jail cell poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie when she shot me,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

A Klingon said I'd pick my nose forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd black out on a surfboard,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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