Spoken:
This is a song
This is a- this is a new song uh
It's uh through the eyes of one of the greatest
people alive I feel...The lunch Lady
Singing:
I woke up in the morning
Put on my new plastic glove
served some reheated sausberry steak
with a little slice of love
I got no clue what the
chicken pot pie is made of
I just know everything's doing fine
down here in Lunch Lady Land
Well I wear net on my head
'cause my red hair is fallin' out
I wear these brown orthapiedic shoes
'cause I got a bad case of degout
I know you want seconds on the corndogs
but there's no reason to shout
Everybody get enough food down here
in lunch lady land
Well yesterdays meatloaf is today's
Sloppy joe's
and my breath reaks of tuna
and there's lots of black hairs
comin' out of my nose
In lunch lady land
your dreams come true
clouds made of carrots and peas
mountains built of shepards pie
and...rivers made of macaroni and chesse
but don't forget to return your trays
and try to ignore my gum disease
no students can escape the magic of
lunch lady land
Oh oh oh oh oh
Hoagies and grinders X3
Navy beans X3
Hoagies and grinders, Hoagies and grinders
navy beans, navy beans
meatloaf sandwich
[chorus]
sloppy joe slop, sloppy joe
sloppy joe slop, sloppy joe uh-hu
sloppy joe slop, sloppy joe uu-dah
sloppy joe slop, *pphhbbb* joe
dreamt one morning and I woke up to see
all the pepperoni pizza was'a lookin' at me
it screamed "why do you burn me and serve
up cold?" I said "I got the spatula,
just do what you're told"
Then the liver and onion started
joinin the fight
and the choclate pudding pushed me
with'a all it's might
then the chop suuie pushed me and it kicked me in the head "it's called revenge lunch lady"
said the garlic bread
