Did you ever think when you eat at school,
It ain't beef or chicken, but the missing class fool?
Yet the food is cheap so you don't criticize,
But that's not chicken in your chicken potpies.
Seems to me I ordered gray, rotten pork,
But there's an eyeball on my spork now,
Its blinking on my spork

There's a kid on my plate where I eat for lunch,
His muscles are chewy and his bones make a crunch.
They can feed you student and you'd never know,
Another hairy fro, boys,
All wrapped up nice in dough.

The Lunch Lady asked if I wanted more,
As she talked to a guy behind the detention door,
I said not right now,
I lost my appetite,
There's two kids in my belly and they want to fight.
I was sucking on a blow-pop and a stick of gum
When I saw an old chum, boys,
I knew his time had come

There's a kid on my plate where I eat for lunch,
It goes really good with grape fruit punch,
They say its chicken, or beef, or pork
But its staring' here on my spork, boys
There's an eyeball on my spork