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 treehouse with Merv Griffin,
I can still recall that plastic nose she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth with Led-Zeppelin,
and I knew she'd bought her dentures in a store.

I knew deep down I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel with her guru,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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