Lunchlady Land Lyrics

Lunchlady Land lyrics

"This is a song..."
"This is uhh, This is a new song..."
"It's through the
eyes of one of the greatest people alive, I feel..."
"The
Lunchlady"
[Laughing]
Woke up in the morning
Put on my new plastic
glove
Served some reheated salisbury steak
With a little slice of
love
Got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of
Just know
everything's doing 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
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 Lunchlady 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 Lunchlady Land your dreams come true
Clouds
made of carrots and peas
Mountains built of shepherds pie
And rivers made
of macaroni 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
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies &
grinders
Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies &
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, sloppy joe
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 suey
slapped me
And it kicked me in the head
It's 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 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 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 joe, slop, sloppy joe
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
sloppy
joe, slop, sloppy joe
sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
[Spoken]
Well me &
sloppy joe got married
We got six kids and we're doing' just fine
Down in
Lunchlady Land