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Rogue: This is a song about the high school experience sung
through the eyes of the person who more than anyone
else puts young people on the right path. I'm not
talking about the teachers, I'm not talking about the
coaches, I'm not even talking about the guidence coun-
selors. I'm talking about a person we call.. The Lunch
Lady.

Woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove.
Served some reheated salsbury steak with a little slice of
love.

I 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..cuz my red hair is fallin'
out. I wear these brown orthapedic shoes cuz 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 the magical..
LUNCHLADY LAND.

(Nitz and Roxas join in)

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.
AH
Hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders
navy beans, navy beans, navy beans, navy beans.
hoagies and grinders, hoagies and grinders
navy beans, navy beans..MEATLOAF SANDWICH.

Sloppy joe slop sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe slop sloppy joe ooh-yeah

(with Blank)
sloppy joe slop sloppy joe yeah
sloppy joe slop sloppy joe -YEAH

Then one morning that I woke up to see aw the pepperoni pizza
was lookin at me.

It screamed why do you burn me and serve me up cold,

I said a I got the spatula- just do what you're told.
And the liver and 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?
You got flabby arms and your breath is bad.
And 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 Lunch Lady the kids wouldn't eat ya
You should be shakin' her hand and sayin' pleased to meet ya

She gives you a purpose and she gives you a goal

You should be kissin' her feet or kissin' her mole
Now all the angry food just leave me alone,
And we all live together in our happy home a thanks to
Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe yeah
Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe ooh yeah
Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe yeah
(slower)Sloppy Joe Slop Sloppy Joe well..

Me and Sloppy Joe got married.
We got six kids and we're doin' just fine.
Down in Lunch Lady Land
OHH WOAH!