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 in September,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies when she shot me,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.

I shrieked in pain I'd stay with her forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd make it in my Edsel,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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