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 stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the stolen goods she wore.
She was chewin' on a hangnail with a wetback,
and I knew that she was rotten to the core.

My hamster thought I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd make it with her guru,
She told her fat friend Grace to say goodbye.

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