Woke up in the morning. Put on my new plastic glove. Served some re-heated salsbury 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 Lunch Lady 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 corn dogs, But there's no reason to shout. Everybody gets enough food Down here in Lunch Lady Land. Well, yesterday's meatloaf Is today's sloppy joes And my breath reaks of tuna And there's lots of black hairs comin' out of my nose. In Lunch Lady Land, your dreams come true. Clouds made of carrots and peas. Mountains built of shepherd's 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 Lunch Lady Land. Oh.. Hogies and grinders. Navy beans. Hogies and grinders. Navy beans. Meatloaf sandwich. Sloppy joe. Slop, sloppy joe. Sloppy joe. Slop, sloppy joe. Well, ah, 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 joinin' the fight And the chocolate pudding Pushed me with all its might And the chop juey slapped me And it kicked me in the head. "It's called revenge, Lunch Lady," Said the garlic bread. I <b>...</b>

Woke up in the morning. Put on my new plastic glove. Served some re-heated salsbury 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 Lunch Lady 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 corn dogs, But there's no reason to shout. Everybody gets enough food Down here in Lunch Lady Land. Well, yesterday's meatloaf Is today's sloppy joes And my breath reaks of tuna And there's lots of black hairs comin' out of my nose. In Lunch Lady Land, your dreams come true. Clouds made of carrots and peas. Mountains built of shepherd's 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 Lunch Lady Land. Oh.. Hogies and grinders. Navy beans. Hogies and grinders. Navy beans. Meatloaf sandwich. Sloppy joe. Slop, sloppy joe. Sloppy joe. Slop, sloppy joe. Well, ah, 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 joinin' the fight And the chocolate pudding Pushed me with all its might And the chop juey slapped me And it kicked me in the head. "It's called revenge, Lunch Lady," Said the garlic bread. I <b>...</b>