Karaoké Lunchlady Land Adam Sandler

This is a song

This is uh

This is a new song uh

It's uh through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive I feel

The Lunchlady

Ha ha ah ha

Woke up in the mornin'

Put on my new plastic glove

Ha ha

Served some reheated salisbury steak with a little slice of love

Ha ha ah ha

I got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of

Ah ha

Just know everything's doin' fine down here in

Lunchlady Land

Ha ha ha

Well I wear this net on my head 'cos my red hair is fallin' out

I wear these brown orthopedic shoes 'cos I got a bad case of the gout

I know you want seconds on the corndogs but there's no reason to shout

Huh

Everybody gets enough food down here in

Lunchlady Land

Ha ha ha

Well yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joes

Hah

And my breath reeks of tuna

And there's lots of black hairs comin' out of my nose

Ha ha

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

Oh oh ho ho

Hoagies and grinders

Hoagies and grinders

Hoagies and grinders

Navy beans

Navy beans

Navy beans

Hoagies and grinders

Hoagies and grinders

Navy beans, navy beans

Meatloaf sandwich

Sloppy joe

Slop, sloppy joe

Sloppy joe

Slop, sloppy joe come on

Sloppy joe

And slop, sloppy joe, you da

Sloppy joe

Slop uh prrt prrt ho

Well I dreamt one mornin' that I woke up to see all the pepperoni pizza was a-lookin' 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 and 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 eat you

You should be shakin' her hand and sayin' please to meet you

She gives you a purpose and she gives you a goal

You should be kissin' her feet and kissin' her mole

Ha ha ha ha

So

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 yeah

Sloppy joe

Ah ha ha sloppy joe ooh da

Sloppy joe

Slop, sloppy joe one more

Sloppy joe

Huh sloppy joe

Well me and sloppy joe got married

Ha ha ha ha huh

We got six kids and we're doin' just fine down in Lunchlady

Land

Thank you