Adam Sandler - Lunchlady Land Lyrics
Performed by adam sandlerThis is a song...This is uhh, this is a new song...Its through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive, I feel...The lunchlady[laughing]Woke up in the morningPut on my new plastic gloveServed some reheated salisbury steakWith a little slice of loveGot no clue what the chicken pot pie is made ofJust know everythings doing fineDown here in lunchlady landWell I wear this net on my headcause my red hair is fallin outI wear these brown orthopedic shoescause I got a bad case of the goutI know you want seconds on the corndogsBut theres no reason to shoutEverybody gets enough foodDown here in lunchlady landWell yesterdays meatloaf is todays sloppy joesAnd my breath reeks of tunaAnd theres lots of black hairs coming out of my noseIn lunchlady land your dreams come trueClouds made of carrots and peasMountains built of shepherds pieAnd rivers made of macaroni and cheeseBut dont forget to return your traysAnd try to ignore my gum diseaseNo student can escape the magic of lunchlady landHoagies & grinders, hoagies & grindersHoagies & grinders, hoagies & grindersNavy beans, navy beans, navy beansHoagies & grinders, hoagies & grindersNavy beans, navy beansMeatloaf sandwichSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeWell I dreamt one morningThat I woke up to seeAll the pepperoni pizzaWas a-looking at meIt screamed, why do you burn meAnd serve me up coldI said I got the spatulaJust do what youre toldThen the liver & onionsStarted joining the fightAnd the chocolate puddingPushed me with all its mightAnd the chop suey slapped meAnd it kicked me in the headIts called revenge lunchladySaid the garlic breadI said what did I doTo make you all so madThey said you got flabby armsAnd your breath is badThen the green beans saidYou better run and hideBut then my friend sloppy joe cameAnd joined my sideHe said if it wasnt for the lunchladyThe kids wouldnt eatchaYou should be shakin her handAnd sayin please to meet yaShe gives you a purposeAnd she gives you a goalYou should be kissin her feetAnd kissin her moleNow all the angry foodsJust leave me aloneAnd we all live togetherIn a happy homeThanks toSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joeSloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe[spoken]Well me & sloppy joe got marriedWe got six kids and were doing just fineDown in lunchlady land
