Whale - Thats Where Its At

      [Intro]
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[Chorus]
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(Come on!) That's where it's at (that's where it's at,
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that's where it's at, baby That's where it's at) (come on)
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That's where (ooh-ee! I liked her!) it's at (that's where it's at, Cia, sing it baby, come on!)

[Verse]
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Hey, excuse me girl, shut up for a while (shut up!) I had it up to here with your egocentric lifestyle
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Suits my bill of hits, better cash your chips, Send you on a trip that's far from friendship
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I hope they reject your plastic (sorry!), Paying for that little cello, miniskirt, fantastic
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Losing in my nose like Laker locker odor, Yeah, I told her that she smells like Kurt Loder (phew!)
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You're trying so hard, being prima ballerina, But you are smooth as blah blah '82 blue Ford Cortina
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Hope you get pregnant on a one night stand, By a Finnish man with a blemished tan
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Long, tall Sally? more like short fat bitch! And hard to get rid of like a seven-year itch
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Even if you have washed your butt out with Dove, Prayed to the man above, still wouldn't get love

[Chorus]
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(Come on!) That's (hey) where (ho) it's at, That's where it's at (Come on!)

[Verse 2]
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Mrs. Average, Piggy in the middle, Can you solve this riddle?
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I'd like to shove my fist in your face, In the middle, Up your fiddle
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Strap you up, Tie you down, To a post, Let you roast
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On my dad's B-B-Q till you go "boo hoo!" I'll make you a stew out of mildew and crazy glue
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See if I care, 'Cause all I want to do, Is to pay a (...) hitman, Just to get rid of you

[Chorus]
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That's where it's at (come on, people!), That's where it's at (ha, ha, come on! come on!)
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That's where it's at, That's where it's at, That's where it's at (What's that, girl?)
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That's where it's at, That's where it's at