"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