"This is a song..."
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"This is uhh, This is a new song..."
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"It's through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive, I feel..."
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"The Lunchlady"
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[Laughing]
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Woke up in the morning
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Put on my new plastic glove
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Served some reheated salisbury steak
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With a little slice of love
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Got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of
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Just know everything's doing fine
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Down here in Lunchlady Land
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Well I wear this net on my head
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'Cause my red hair is fallin' out
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I wear these brown orthopedic shoes
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'Cause I got a bad case of the gout
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I know you want seconds on the corndogs
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But there's no reason to shout
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Everybody gets enough food
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Down here in Lunchlady Land
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Well yesterday's meatloaf is today's sloppy joes
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And my breath reeks of tuna
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And there's lots of black hairs coming out of my nose
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In Lunchlady Land your dreams come true
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Clouds made of carrots and peas
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Mountains built of shepherds pie
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And rivers made of macaroni and cheese
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But don't forget to return your trays
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And try to ignore my gum disease
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No student can escape the magic of Lunchlady Land
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Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
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Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
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Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans
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Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
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Navy beans, navy beans
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Meatloaf sandwich
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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Well I dreamt one morning
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That I woke up to see
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All the pepperoni pizza
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Was a-looking at me
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It screamed, why do you burn me
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And serve me up cold
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I said I got the spatula
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Just do what you're told
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Then the liver & onions
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Started joining the fight
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And the chocolate pudding
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Pushed me with all its might
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And the chop suey slapped me
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And it kicked me in the head
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It's called revenge Lunchlady
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Said the garlic bread
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I said what did I do
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To make you all so mad
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They said you got flabby arms
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And your breath is bad
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Then the green beans said
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You better run and hide
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But then my friend sloppy joe came
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And joined my side
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He said if it wasn't for the Lunchlady
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The kids wouldn't eatcha
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You should be shakin' her hand
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And sayin' please to meet ya
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She gives you a purpose
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And she gives you a goal
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You should be kissin' her feet
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And kissin' her mole
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Now all the angry foods
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Just leave me alone
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And we all live together
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In a happy home
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Thanks to
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe
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[Spoken]
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Well me & sloppy joe got married
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We got six kids and we're doing' just fine
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Down in Lunchlady Land
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Lunchlady Land
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Adam Sandler |