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Artist/Band:
Beck
Lyrics for Song: Where It's At
Lyrics for Album: Where It's At [1999]
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
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 hand just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(take me home with my elevator bones!)
(that was a good drum break)
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson (rocks the most)
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
( "What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?)
(Let's make it out baby)
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
(We're all part of the total syndrom)
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town
( "That's beautiful, Dad.")
(Got my microphone....)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
(make it out, baby)
yeah, yeah, yeah
let's make it out, baby
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)
telephone plastic baby
ahh, so good
oh, yeah
let's play good
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"Where It's At [1999]"
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