Lunch Lady Land From SNL

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 guidance counselors. I'm talking about a person we call the lunch lady. Woke up in the morning, put on my new plastic glove. Serve some reheated Salisbury 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 Lunch Lady Land. Well, I wear this net on my head, cause my red hair is falling out. I wear these brown orthopedic shoes, cause 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 Lunch Lady 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 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, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. I remember one morning that I woke up to see all the pepperoni pizza was looking at me. It screamed, what do you burn me, and serve me up cold? I said, I got the spatula, just do what you're told. Then the delivery and onions started joining the fight. And the chocolate pudding pushed me with all of its might. And the taco soup slapped me and it kicked me in the head. It's called Revenge, Lunch Lady 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. 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 lunch lady, the kids wouldn't eat ya. You could be shaking her hand and saying, please to meet ya. She gives you a perk and she gives you a goal, you should be kissing her feet and trusting her bowl. Now, all the angry food just leave me alone, and we all live together in a happy home. A thanks to, Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap a sloppy Joe, yeah. Sloppy Joe, slap, sloppy Joe, yeah. Me and Sloppy Joe got married. We got six kids and we're doing just fine down in Lunch Lady Land.