Woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove. Served some reheated salsbury steak, with a little slice of love. I got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of. Just know everythings doing fine down here in lunch lady land.
Well I wear this net on my head, cause my red hair is falling 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. Everyone gets enough food here in the.....magical.....lunch lady land.
Well yesterdays meatlof is todays sloppy joes. And my breath reeks of tuna. And there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose.
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders. Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans, navy beans. Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders, navy beans, navy beans, meatloaf sandwich. Sloppy joes, sloppy sloppy joes, sloppy joes, sloppy sloppy joes. Slopy joes, sloppy sloppy joes, sloppy joes, sloppy sloppy joes yeah!
Dreamt one morning then I woke up to see, all the peperoni pizza was looking at me. It said "why do you burn me and serve me up cold?" I said, "I've got the spatula, just do what you're told." Then the liver and onions started joining the fight, and the chocolate pudding pushed me with all its might. The chop suey slapped me and kicked me in the head. "Its called revenge lunch lady," said the garlic bread. I said "what did i do to make you all so mad?" They said "you've got flabby arms and your breath is bad." Then the green beans said "you'd 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 you. You should be shaking her hand and saying 'pleased to meet you.' "She gives you a purpose and she gives you a goal; you should be kissing her feet and kissing her mole." Now all the angry foods just leave me alone, and we all live together in a happy home. Thanks to Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe. Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe, yeah! Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe. Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe.
Well, me and Sloppy Joe got married. We've got six kids and we're doing just fine. Down in lunch lady land.
Greetings. I just wanted to let you all know everything is fine here in Lunch Lady Land.
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What's that picture, Ben? Is that YOU? Is Kentucky Lunch Lady Land? I'm missing something.
Woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove.
Served some reheated salsbury steak, with a little slice of love.
I got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of.
Just know everythings doing fine down here in lunch lady land.
Well I wear this net on my head, cause my red hair is falling 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.
Everyone gets enough food here in the.....magical.....lunch lady land.
Well yesterdays meatlof is todays sloppy joes.
And my breath reeks of tuna.
And there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose.
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders. Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans, navy beans.
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders, navy beans, navy beans, meatloaf sandwich.
Sloppy joes, sloppy sloppy joes, sloppy joes, sloppy sloppy joes.
Slopy joes, sloppy sloppy joes, sloppy joes, sloppy sloppy joes yeah!
Huhgh!
Dreamt one morning then I woke up to see, all the peperoni pizza was looking at me.
It said "why do you burn me and serve me up cold?"
I said, "I've got the spatula, just do what you're told."
Then the liver and onions started joining the fight, and the chocolate pudding pushed me with all its might.
The chop suey slapped me and kicked me in the head.
"Its called revenge lunch lady," said the garlic bread.
I said "what did i do to make you all so mad?"
They said "you've got flabby arms and your breath is bad."
Then the green beans said "you'd 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 you. You should be shaking her hand and saying 'pleased to meet you.'
"She gives you a purpose and she gives you a goal; you should be kissing her feet and kissing her mole."
Now all the angry foods just leave me alone, and we all live together in a happy home.
Thanks to Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe.
Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe, yeah!
Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe.
Sloppy Joe, sloppy Sloppy Joe.
Well, me and Sloppy Joe got married.
We've got six kids and we're doing just fine.
Down in lunch lady land.
It's an Adam Sandler song silly parents! "Lunchlady Land" Great song. I especially enjoy the chorus and the robust "meatloaf sandwich" part.
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