The People

[Intro]
Hoo-ca-cha
Ladies and gentlemen
Molecules and particles
Let’s begin

[Verse 1]
J to the O to the E to the L.I.S.T.I.CS in your stereo (Stereo)
Cool costume, cape and a belt
And I’m saving the world in a cliff-hanger episode
In the daytime I’m mild mannered
In the night-time I fight crime at the disco
With the bomb track and the bomb rap
And the cool one-line walk-on Stan Lee cameo (Hey!)
And my thought bubble’s gotta lotta “What’s up?” (Sup?!)
Hidden power to hype the crowd up
From the ground up, bring the sound up
Ready for the take-off, job done, then I take the cape off
Then it’s back to the horn-rimmed glasses
Lonely apartment and secret identity
I didn’t ask for the gift to be given to me
But great power brings great responsibility (Yes)
Evil-doers of the world, take heed
Joelistics has got what you need
For the last scene when the credits roll
And I leave this planet with a girl through a wormhole
I hit ‘em up with a beautiful lyric
And somethin’ sweet just to boost up the spirit
And I don’t need no proton pill
But I still stay ill on the real, the real, oh

[Chorus]
Where the hell are all the ninjas at?
Where the hell are all the robots? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the zombies at?
Where the hell are all the people? (The people)
Where the hell are all the cyborgs at?
Where the hell are all the androids? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the aliens?
Where the hell are all the people? (The people)

[Post-Chorus]
(The people)
(The people)

[Verse 2]
I am not a rapper I’ma timelord
And this is not a song, it is a passport
I can give you everything you ask for, if everything you ask for
Is a good groove and some fine thought
And I play with the themes, with the form, with the freedom
To roll on the rhythm and leapfrog the barricade
Well dressed in black latex
With a J on the chest, and I’m on another campaign
And reality is well drawn anime
Hit it with a gamma ray, play it from the speaker
Loud like Tetsu, we’re riding on a motorcycle
In Neo Tokyo, yellin’ out “[?]”
But I’m just another product of my era
Part-time superhero, full-time dreamer
Lookin’ for a part to play, and a foe to slay
While I age and slow decay
But that’s okay, man, that’s alright
Still got the right to party all night
With a long face on Sunday
Lookin’ for the best way to travel through space and time
And I battle with the rabble and the riddle
And the everyday struggle, man, I must be getting older
My allegiance swings in between
All the heroes and the villains who are sitting on my shoulder

[Chorus]
Where the hell are all the hip hop heads?
Where the hell are all the purists? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the ravers at?
Where the hell are all the people? (The people)
Where the hell are all the art kids at?
Where the hell are all the bogans? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the communists?
Where the hell are all the people? (The people)

[Post-Chorus (Extended)]
(The people)
(The people)
(The people)
(The people)

[Chorus]
Where the hell are all the ninjas at?
Where the hell are all the robots? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the zombies at?
Where the hell are all the people? (The people)
Where the hell are all the cyborgs at?
Where the hell are all the androids? (Robots)
Where the hell are all the aliens?
Where the hell are all the people? (People)
(The people)
(The people)