Where Its At — текст песни (Beck)

Theres a destination a little up the road

From the habitations and the towns we know

A place we saw the lights turn low

With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts

Two turntables and a microphone

Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands



Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

Where its at!

[robot vocal effect] I got two turntables and a microphone

Take me home in my elevator bones!



Pick yourself up off the side of the road

With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones

Members only hyponotizers

Move through the womb like ambulance drivers

Shine your shoes with your microphone blues

Here-suits with your parachute fruits

Passing the dutchie from coast to coast

Let the man get loose while I rock the most



Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone



Man[spoken]: what about those who swing both ways? ac-dcs?



Two turntables and a microphone

Two turntables and a microphone

Two turntables and a microphone

Two turntables and a microphone

Two turntables and a microphone

Two turntables and a microphone



Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone



Oh, dear me. making slaves at two-horse town



Girl[spoken]: thats beautiful, dad.



(get my microphone....)



Theres a destination a little up the road

From the habitations and the towns we know

A place we saw the lights turn low

With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts

Two turntables and a microphone

Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands



Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

Where its at!

I got two turntables and a microphone

I got plastic on my mind....