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 nightmare poppin' uppers,
I can still recall the Stassin pin she wore.
She was breakin' out with acne by the off-ramp,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

My hamster thought I'd punch her out forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd make it with her dentist,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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