Lunchlady Land Lyrics - They're All Gonna Laugh At You! - Adam Sandler

"This is a song..." 

"This is uhh, This is a new song..." 

"It's through the eyes of one of the important people alive, 

"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 

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 Laaaand