That's Where It's At - Whale

That’s where it’s at

(That's where it’s at

That’s where it’s at baby)

That’s where it’s at

Hey, excuse me girl, shut up for a while (shut up!)

I’ve had it up to here with your egocentric lifestyle

Suites my bill of hits, better cash your chips

Stand you on a train that’s far from friendship

I hope they reject your plastic (sorry!)

Paying for that little cello, miniskirt, fantastic

Losing in my nose like Laker locker odor

Yeah, I told her that she smells like Kurt Loder (phew!)

You’re trying so hard, being prima ballerina

But you are smooth as blah blah '82 blue Ford Cortina

Hope you get pregnant on a one night stand

By a Finnish man with a blemished tan

Long, tall Sally?

more like short fat bitch!

And hard to get rid of like a seven-year itch

Even if you have washed your butt out with Dove

Prayed to the man above, still wouldn’t get love

Come on

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at

(Hey hey

Come on)

Mrs. Average piggy in the middle

Can you solve this riddle?

I’d like to shove my fist in your face

In the middle

Up your fiddle

Strap you up tie you down

To a pose that you roast

For my dad’s BBQ till you go «woo-hoo»

I’ll make you a stew out of mildew and krazy glue

See if I care, cause all I wanna do is

To pay a hitman just to get rid of you

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at (That's where it’s at, that’s where it’s at)

That’s where it’s at

That’s where it’s at