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 poppin' uppers,
I can still recall those training pants she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail with a wetback,
and I knew I'd have to scrape her off the floor.

She asked me if I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd wind up in her Maytag,
She sent a hired thug to say goodbye.

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