Adam Sandler Lyrics

Album: They're All Gonna Laugh At You

Lunch Lady 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