twelve o'clock, the lunch bell rings
we file down the hall, and my heart sings
headed to the cafetorium
where the floors smell of bleach
and they stick like gum

it's lunch time now, and lunch time rocks
i got my hand on my mario lunch box
we stare at the light to let us know
red light, yellow, green light go!

it's time to grab some grub
and my mom packed me this awesome sub
no, timmy, i don't wanna switch
for your grody bologna sandwich

'cause

between the lettuce
there's love letters
and in the sandwiches
there's good wishes
they say, "i love you bunches."
these are the highlights of my lunches

now, timmy, don't you get so mad
just because your mom's not quite as rad
with my sandwich in fourths
it's obvious that she's ecto-cooler than yours

yeah, my mom is so cool
yesterday i got a pizza lunchable
she's got black belts in patty melts
she is the lunch time master, no one passed her

read this post-it note prose
it's got my name with x's and with o's
'cause my mom's the shiznit
so take your capri sun and suck it
suck it

beneath the fruit cups
and the fruit roll-ups
she sends me hugs
and hot chocolate in travel mugs
i love her bunches
she makes such awesome lunches

yeah, my mom is the best
gives me skittles when i ace my spelling test
yeah, my mom's the bomb
never sends me tuna or salami
my mom is great
always puttin' good stuff on my plate
my mom is the bomb
yeah, my mom is the bomb
the bomb dot com

now timmy, can you say the same?
your peanut butter sandwich is just so lame
but my mom packed me a chicken patty
and i bet my dad can beat up your daddy