Beck - Where It's At Lyrics
Theres a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowWith the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flowPulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your handsWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere its at![robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphoneTake me home in my elevator bones!Pick yourself up off the side of the roadWith your elevator bones and your whip-flash tonesMembers only hyponotizersMove through the womb like ambulance driversShine your shoes with your microphone bluesHere-suits with your parachute fruitsPassing the dutchie from coast to coastLet the man get loose while I rock the mostWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneMan[spoken]: what about those who swing both ways? ac-dcs?Two turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneOh, dear me. making slaves at two-horse townGirl[spoken]: thats beautiful, dad.(get my microphone....)Theres a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowWith the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flowPulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your handsWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere its at!I got two turntables and a microphoneI got plastic on my mind....
