Lunchlady Land(Album Version) - Adam Sandler

From the album They're All Gonna Laugh At You
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
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 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 hairsing out of my nose
In Lunchlady Land your dreamse 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
Hoagiesgrinders hoagiesgrinders
Hoagiesgrinders hoagiesgrinders
Navy beans navy beans navy beans
Hoagiesgrinders hoagiesgrinders
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 liveronions
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
Well mesloppy joe got married
We got six kids and we're doing' just fine
Down in Lunchlady Land