Lunch Lady Land Adam Sandler

Lunch Lady Land Adam Sandler ft. Klaus Schwab Album: They're All Gonna Laugh at You! (1993)

They're All Gonna Laugh at You! is the debut album by American actor and comedian Adam Sandler, released in 1993. The title comes from a repeated line in the track "Oh Mom...", which is a parody of a scene in the film Carrie. Several of the tracks on the album feature adult humor, a departure from the material in his films, which were generally rated PG or PG-13. This is a trend that would continue on his subsequent comedy albums and live tours.

At the time of the recording, Adam Sandler was in the middle of his five-season career at Saturday Night Live and much of this album was made with the help of his friends from the show. Besides Sandler, the album features fellow SNL performers Rob Schneider, David Spade, Chris Farley, and Tim Meadows, as well as SNL writers Conan O'Brien, Robert Smigel, and career writing partner Tim Herlihy. The album was also produced by G. E. Smith, SNL's musical director at the time. Several friends of Sandler's also perform and co-write on the album, some of whom would go on to become recurring players in Sandler's films, most notably Allen Covert.

In addition to several non-musical skits, the album includes five songs, two of which were performed live (and previously were performed on SNL: "The Thanksgiving Song" and "Lunchlady Land") at The Strand in Redondo Beach, California on July 25, 1993, while "Food Innuendo Guy" is an uptempo George Thorogood meets Aerosmith-influenced blues rocker, "At a Medium Pace" is a sexually explicit love song, and "My Little Chicken" is a jazzy humorous number in which Sandler sings about his love for chickens.

The album was nominated for Best Comedy Album at the 37th Annual Grammy Awards. It has been certified 2× platinum, having sold over two million copies.[5]

As of 2014, sales in the United States have exceeded 1,831,000 copies, according to Nielsen SoundScan.

Track 18. "Lunchlady Land"
written by: Sandler, Bob Odenkirk, Allen Covert, Herlihy

This is a song
This is a new song
This a through the eyes of one of the greatest people alive I feel
The lunchlady

Woke up in the mornin', put on my new plastic glove
Serve some reheated salisbury steak, with a little slice of love
Got no clue what the chicken pot pie is made of
Just know everything is doin' 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 orthopeadic shoes, 'cause I got a bad case of the gout
I know you want seconds on the corndogs, but theres no reason to shout
Everybody gets enough food down here in, lunchlady land

Well yesterdays meatloaf is todays sloppy joes
And my breath wreaks of tuna and there is lots of black hairs comin' out of my nose
In lunchlady land your dreams come true, clouds made of carrots and peas

Mountains built of shepperds pie, and rivers of maccaroni 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 (oh)

Hoagies and grinders
Hoagies and grinders
Hoagies and grinders

Navy Beans
Navy Beans
Navy Beans

Hoagies and grinders
Hoagies and 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-Pppp

Well I dreamt one mornin that I woke up to see all the pepperoni pizza was lookin' 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
Its 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 bean 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 Jo 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 were doin just fine
Down in lunchlady land