Beck - Where It's At lyrics

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 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 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! [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 Pa**ing the dutchie from coast to coast Let the man get loose while I rock the most Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Man[spoken]: 'What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's? 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 it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me. Making slaves at Two-horse town girl[spoken]: 'That's beautiful, Dad.' (Get 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 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 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....