Tytuł: Lunchlady Land

• Wykonawca: Adam Sandler
• Wyświetleń: 552

"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