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 the Stone Age with her father,
I can still recall that burlap bra she wore.
She was smellin' kind of funny on her elbows,
and I knew I'd never rate her more than "4".

I promised her I'd stay a dwarf forever,
She said to me her basset hound was shy,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up with no clothes on,
But that's the way that pygmies say goodbye.

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