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Beck ~ Where It's At
| 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 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 Hypnotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers Shining 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 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 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 "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 more free lyrics |