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 incognito stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie near Poughkeepsie,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

I shrieked in pain I'd salivate forever,
She said to me there was no other guy,
But who'd have thought she'd grovel with her guru,
You'd think at least that she'd have said goodbye.

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