Well, I'm a runnin' down the hall, with my lunch money in hand,
I've got nasty food on my mind.
Food that's gonna grow me and the rice is really stoney
But none of it goes through your intestines
Don't get queasy, don't get queasy,
Don't let frozen mystery meat kill you instantly
Throw it up while you still can, don't even try to understand,
Just find a place to make your stand and don't get queasy.

Well, I'm a standin' on a corner in the lunch line
and such an awful sight to see.
Stone cold chicken and rolls made of play-dough
That taste like dog doody
Come on, lunch lady, don't say maybe.
I gotta know if a negative balance is gonna save me.
We may puke again and again though the cafeteria will never be forgiven
So throw it away with your phlegm but don't get queasy

Well, I'm a runnin' to the cafeteria for science class
got a world of trouble on my mind.
Lookin' for a bacterium known as e.coli ,
And its not hard to find.
Don't get queasy, don't get queasy
Don't let the sound of your stomach make you hungry
Come on, lunch lady , don't say maybe.
I gotta know if a negative balance is gonna save me.
Oh, we'll get queasy
Don't get queasy