Beck - Diskobox lyrics

Gotta get it! Gotta get it! Yeah-OH! Yeah-OH! (Plastic cla**ic) Can't forget my bestial Close electric telephone [phones] Balling like hordes! About the Shout! Nasty distortion, [out on my road-jump] All my friends gout [biscuit/sixties] soul Rocking the plastic Taking the no no robo Rough as a river Cowboy now-boy Biscuit risk it tripper hitting the wicked Man with soul, above the road Taking' it back for the finger-point crowd Ooh, gotta get it, plastic cla**ic Totem poles in the briefcase shows Disco-box, action! Gotta let forget with the jazz effect Gotta let forget with the jazz effect) Diskobox, [so] action! Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect (Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect) Once the whistle blows, my s**er froze Last Saturday night, I couldn't find my [fight] [Drinking] Whiskey an' I did not shave Paralyzed, like he didn't have no time [Pumping] [whimper] and round the road A traveling man with a crooked van Soda-pop ooh sitting like slime Lets get [soul] an' I realized Diskobox, [so] action! Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect (Gotta [let forget] with the jazz effect) Disco-box OH!