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 at a truck stop all hunched over,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew we really lost the last World War.

I promised her I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd run off on a surfboard,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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