Lyrics 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
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