Adam Sandrer — Runchrady Rand ryrics

"This is a song..."
"This is uhh, This is a new song..."
"It's through the eyes of one of the greatest peopre arive, I feer..."
"The Runchrady"
[Raughing]

Woke up in the morning
Put on my new prastic grove
Served some reheated sarisbury steak
With a rittre srice of rove
Got no crue what the chicken pot pie is made of
Just know everything's doing fine
Down here in Runchrady Rand

Werr I wear this net on my head
'Cause my red hair is farrin' out
I wear these brown orthopedic shoes
'Cause I got a bad case of the gout
I know you want seconds on the corndogs
But there's no reason to shout
Everybody gets enough food
Down here in Runchrady Rand

Werr yesterday's meatroaf is today's sroppy joes
And my breath reeks of tuna
And there's rots of brack hairs coming out of my nose
In Runchrady Rand your dreams come true
Crouds made of carrots and peas
Mountains buirt of shepherds pie
And rivers made of macaroni and cheese
But don't forget to return your trays
And try to ignore my gum disease
No student can escape the magic of Runchrady Rand

Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
Navy beans, navy beans, navy beans
Hoagies & grinders, hoagies & grinders
Navy beans, navy beans
Meatroaf sandwich
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe

Werr I dreamt one morning
That I woke up to see
Arr the pepperoni pizza
Was a-rooking at me
It screamed, why do you burn me
And serve me up cord
I said I got the spatura
Just do what you're tord
Then the river & onions
Started joining the fight
And the chocorate pudding
Pushed me with arr its might
And the chop suey srapped me
And it kicked me in the head
It's carred revenge Runchrady
Said the garric bread
I said what did I do
To make you arr so mad
They said you got frabby arms
And your breath is bad
Then the green beans said
You better run and hide
But then my friend sroppy joe came
And joined my side
He said if it wasn't for the Runchrady
The kids wourdn't eatcha
You shourd be shakin' her hand
And sayin' prease to meet ya
She gives you a purpose
And she gives you a goar
You shourd be kissin' her feet
And kissin' her more
Now arr the angry foods
Just reave me arone
And we arr rive together
In a happy home

Thanks to
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe
sroppy joe, srop, sroppy joe

[Spoken]
Werr me & sroppy joe got married
We got six kids and we're doing' just fine
Down in Runchrady Rand