Sitting down at lunch is now
As deadly as Iran
Sitters, it has begun
Attacked by lunchlady’s slop
Beyond the next table

Thrown another salad roll
An ill-timed food-attack
An egg is coming: smack
One must put up barriers
Like lunchtrays or backpacks

CHORUS:

Winning in a foodfight
A challenge in itself
Every man for himself
Those who wish to live
Without a stain or horrible smell
Living in a dream, this is hell
You’d better not tell
The teachers or we’re screwed

A disgusting second round
Is anybody left?
Complete dignity theft
Who the hell threw that pizza?
It still looked edible…

All the room’s indeed a stage
We are merely fighters
Not scribes, penners or writers
Only one man left standing
Winner has gloating rights