This is a song
This is a new song
This a through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive I feel
The lunchlady
Woke up in the mornin′, put on my new plastic glove
Serve some reheated salisbury steak, with a little slice of love
Got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of
Just know everything is doin' fine down here in, lunchlady Land
Well I wear this net on my head, ′cause my red hair is fallin' out
I wear these brown orthopeadic shoes, 'cause I got a bad case of the gout
I know you want seconds on the corndogs, but theres no reason to shout
Everybody gets enough food down here in, lunchlady land
Well yesterdays meatloaf is todays sloppy joes
And my breath wreaks of tuna and there is lots of black hairs comin′ out of my nose
In lunchlady land your dreams come true, clouds made of carrots and peas
Mountains built of shepperds pie, and rivers of maccaroni and cheese
But don′t forget to return your trays and try to ignore my gum disease
No student can escape the magic of lunchlady land (oh)
Hoagies and grinders
Hoagies and grinders
Hoagies and grinders
Navy Beans
Navy Beans
Navy Beans
Hoagies and grinders
Hoagies and grinders
Navy beans
Navy beans
Meatloaf sandwich
Sloppy Joe Slop-Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Slop-Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Slop-Sloppy Joe.
Sloppy Joe Slop-Pppp
Well I dreamt one mornin that I woke up to see all the pepperoni pizza was lookin' at me
It screamed why do ya burn me and serve me up cold?
I said I got the spatula just do what your told
Then the liver and onions started joining the fight
And the chocolate pudding pushed me with all its might
And the Chop Suey slapped me and it kicked me in the head
Its called revenge lunchlady said the garlic bread
I said what did I do to make you all so mad?
They said you got flabby arms and your breath is bad
Then the green bean said you better run and hide
But then my friend Sloppy Joe came and joined my side
He said if it wasn′t for the lunchlady the kids wouldn't eatcha
You should be shakin′ her hand and sayin' please to meet ya
She gives you a purpose and she gives you a goal
You should be kissin′ her feet and kissin' her mole
Now all the angry foods just leave me alone
And we all live together in a happy home
Thanks to
Sloppy Jo Slop-Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Slop-Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Slop-Sloppy Joe
Sloppy Joe Slop-Sloppy Joe
Well me and Sloppy Joe got married
We got six kids and were doin just fine
Down in lunchlady land
