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 Sheboygan with her father,
I can still recall the neon sign she wore.
She was crawlin' through the prairie in the twilight,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

I knew deep down I'd live off her forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd make it in my Edsel,
I guess I was too smashed to say goodbye.

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