That’s Where It’s At Whale

[spoken]
Okay, I'm gonna go home then
Come home rich
(Fuckers winnin'
Find you some wine)
(Wanna be buggin'... me
We got beat COME ON)

CH: That's where it's at
(That's where it's at
Hahaha
Yeah, that's where it's at
That's where it's at, baby
That's where it's at, come on)
CH: That's where it's at
(Woo-hoo, I like it)
(That's where it's at, that's where it's at
Cia, sing it, baby, come on)

Hey, excuse me, girl, shut up for a while (shut up!)
I've had it up to here with your egocentric lifestyle
Suits might be the pits, better cash your chips
Send you on a train that's far from friendship
I hope they reject your plastic (plastic, sorry!)
Paying for that little shallow 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