This is a song.
This is a new song.
This is through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive, I feel…
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.
Got no clue what the chicken potpie is made of…
I 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 corndogs, but there’s no reason to shout.
Everybody gets enough food down here in...Lunch-lady Land.
Well…yesterday’s meatloaf is today’s sloppy joes.
My breath reeks of tuna and there is lots of black hairs coming out of my nose.
In Lunch-lady Land your dreams come true, clouds made of carrots and peas.
Mountains built of shepherds pie, and rivers 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...Lunch-lady Land.
Ohhh….
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
I dreamt one morning and what did I see? The pepperoni pizza was a-looking at me.
It screamed why do ya burn me and serve me up cold?
I said I got the spatula just do what your told.
Then 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 Lunch-lady 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 Lunch-lady the kids wouldn’t eat ya.
You should be shakin’ her hand and saying pleased 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
Well me and Sloppy Joe got married,
We got six kids and we’re doing just fine,
Down in Lunch-lady Land…
:twitch:
While I’m usually a fairly serious individual (most engineers are), I have always had an appreciation for Adam Sandler’s humor. In honor of the Lunch Lady song, I have prepared sloppy joes for this TD.
1 lb spicy Owen’s sausage
3 lbs chuck
Celery (sautéed)
Onions
Garlic
Turned them into patties and grilled them until seared. Put them into a bath of 38 oz Hunts tomato sauce and simmered for a while. Broke up the patties and served up the sloppy joes on grilled buns with grilled cauliflower and celery.
I've never really been a big fan of sloppy joes, but these turned out fantastic! I WILL be making these again. :becky:
Please use the last photo for the TD pic.