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"This is a song
uhh, about the high school experience
"Sung through the eyes of the person, who more than anyone else puts young people on the right path...
Im not talking about the teachers, Im not talking about the coaches, Im not even talkin about the guidance counselors, Im talking about a person we call
The lunch lady"
Laughing
Woke up in the morning
Put on my new plastic glove
Served some reheated Salisbury steak
With a little slice of love
I Got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of
Just know everything's doing fine
Down here in Lunch lady Land
Well I wear this net on my head
'Cause my red hair is fallin' out
I wear these brown orthopedic shoes
'Cause I got a bad case of the gout
I know you want seconds on the corndogs
But there's no reason to shout
Everybody gets enough food
Down here in the magical Lunch lady Land
Well yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joes
And my breath reeks of tuna
And there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose
In lunch lady land all your dreams come true
clouds made of carrots and peas
mountains made of shepards pie
rivers made of macarroni and cheese
Now rememeber to return your trays
and please forget my gum disease
everybody gets enough food down here in Lunch lady land
OHHHHHH....
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans, navy beans
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
Navy beans, navy beans
Meatloaf sandwich
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
Well I dreamt one morning
That I woke up to see
All the pepperoni pizza
Was a-looking at me
It screamed, why do you burn me
And serve me up cold
I said I got the spatula
Just do what you're told
Then the liver & onions
Started joining the fight
And the chocolate pudding
Pushed me with all its might
And the chop soy slapped me
And it kicked me in the head
It's called revenge Lunch lady
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 beans 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 Lunch lady
The kids wouldn't eat ya
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 joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe yeah
Spoken
Well me & sloppy joe got married
We got six kids and we're doing' just fine
Down in Lunch lady Land