| 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) |