I like sack lunch and I cannot lie
Peanut butter is on my mind
When I see some bread with chicken salad spread
It goes straight to my head.
And I get crazed, wanna pull out your fork
Cause you noticed the sack was corked.
Deep in the sack's the apple
Next to that's the Snapple
Just maybe, I'll get to ya
And they won't boo ya
My study buddies tried to warn me
But with that yogurt makes me so corny
Ooh, lump-of orange skin
You like my box that's tin?
Well, refuse thee, refuse thee
Cause you got that flavor that's juicy.
I see them sitting
The hell with my knitting
It's fresh, not mesh
Green apples are the best
I'm Tired of all my friends
Not talking in the right tense
Take the average white guy and ask him that
They gotta have a big brown sack
So, Nerdies!(Yeah!) Nerdies!(Yeah!)
Has your lunch got all the right things?(Hek yes!)
Tell mom to make it!(Make it!) Make it!(Make it!)
Make that perfect lunch!
In a paper brown sack!

(Home made raisins with a chocolate cookie)
In a big brown sack!

I like em' round, and big
When I'm eatin like a pig
I just can't help myself, I'm like an animal
Gotta drink my danimal
Gotta get my honey-combs
And yum double up oh yah
I want one with a toy
Cause there so much fun for us big boys
I want fruit thick and juicy
So find it on the double
Or else you're in trouble
Thinking outside the bubble
So I guess I just don't know
If I'm gonna eat the yellow snow
You can have your bread dough
I'll keep my pastries as fresh though
Some nerds say they don't like pizza, but they like the geek Lisa.
Cause she's got homemade pizza
But I'm not lying when I say I wanna eat
In your front lawn.
Turkeys got me goin on
Most lunch lady's won't like this song.
Cause them punks like to sell nasty food
And I rather get mine from home
Cause I'm full, and cool
And my lunch just totally rules
So Geekies!(Yeah!) Geekies!(Yeah!)
Does the Lunch lady look real freaky?(Yeah!)
Then get your sack! Pull it out!
Even the cool kids have to shout!
I like your sack!


So your mom just rolls a chevy, you think your just too heavy
But we cant prevent this bein lefty
Cause my heavy chevy don't want none
Unless we got food for one
You can get me rice krispies that fluff
But it'll never be enough
Some punkers wanna play that cool role
Saying cake isn't as sweet as gold
So they leave it and toss it
I retrieve it to put on frostin
So the GoGo's say it's plain
Well I think they're just insane
Cause the cake is white and the time is tickin
And I just feel like lickin
The frostin from the top of the bag
I hope it doesn't drip or sag
Give me a grape in a big brown cape
To the bottom of the bag I'll scrape
Some knucklehead tried to lick
Cause his favorite fruit was on my list
He had money but he chose to lose it
Then on his bananas he chose to bruise it
So nerdies if you got a bag
And not much of a big price tag
Call 1-900-Eatalot
And once again never get caught
In a paper brown sack!