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 incognito sort of pregnant,
I can still recall that creepy smile she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand on her elbows,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I promised her I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd black out while in labor,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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