Hoo-ca-cha
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Ladies and gentlemen
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Molecules and particles
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Let’s begin
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J to the O to the E to the L.I.S.T.I.CS in your stereo (Stereo)
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Cool costume, cape and a belt
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And I’m saving the world in a cliff-hanger episode
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In the daytime I’m mild mannered
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In the night-time I fight crime at the disco
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With the bomb track and the bomb rap
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And the cool one-line walk-on Stan Lee cameo (Hey!)
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And my thought bubble’s gotta lotta «What's up?» |
(Sup?!)
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Hidden power to hype the crowd up
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From the ground up, bring the sound up
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Ready for the take-off, job done, then I take the cape off
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Then it’s back to the horn-rimmed glasses
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Lonely apartment and secret identity
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I didn’t ask for the gift to be given to me
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But great power brings great responsibility (Yes)
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Evil-doers of the world, take heed
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Joelistics has got what you need
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For the last scene when the credits roll
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And I leave this planet with a girl through a wormhole
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I hit ‘em up with a beautiful lyric
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And somethin' sweet just to boost up the spirit
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And I don’t need no proton pill
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But I still stay ill on the real, the real, oh
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Where the hell are all the ninjas at?
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Where the hell are all the robots? |
(Robots)
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Where the hell are all the zombies at?
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Where the hell are all the people? |
(The people)
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Where the hell are all the cyborgs at?
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Where the hell are all the androids? |
(Robots)
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Where the hell are all the aliens?
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Where the hell are all the people? |
(The people)
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(The people)
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(The people)
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I am not a rapper I’ma timelord
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And this is not a song, it is a passport
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I can give you everything you ask for, if everything you ask for
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Is a good groove and some fine thought
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And I play with the themes, with the form, with the freedom
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To roll on the rhythm and leapfrog the barricade
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Well dressed in black latex
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With a J on the chest, and I’m on another campaign
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And reality is well drawn anime
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Hit it with a gamma ray, play it from the speaker
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Loud like Tetsu, we’re riding on a motorcycle
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In Neo Tokyo, yellin' out «»
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But I’m just another product of my era
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Part-time superhero, full-time dreamer
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Lookin' for a part to play, and a foe to slay
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While I age and slow decay
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But that’s okay, man, that’s alright
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Still got the right to party all night
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With a long face on Sunday
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Lookin' for the best way to travel through space and time
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And I battle with the rabble and the riddle
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And the everyday struggle, man, I must be getting older
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My allegiance swings in between
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All the heroes and the villains who are sitting on my shoulder
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Where the hell are all the hip hop heads?
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Where the hell are all the purists? |
(Robots)
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Where the hell are all the ravers at?
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Where the hell are all the people? |
(The people)
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Where the hell are all the art kids at?
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Where the hell are all the bogans? |
(Robots)
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Where the hell are all the communists?
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Where the hell are all the people? |
(The people)
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(The people)
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(The people)
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(The people)
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(The people)
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Where the hell are all the ninjas at?
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Where the hell are all the robots? |
(Robots)
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Where the hell are all the zombies at?
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Where the hell are all the people? |
(The people)
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Where the hell are all the cyborgs at?
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Where the hell are all the androids? |
(Robots)
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Where the hell are all the aliens?
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Where the hell are all the people? |
(People)
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(The people)
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(The people) |