Текст песни Beck -  Where It`s At   
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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 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! 
(with robot vocal effect)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 hypnotizers 
Move through the room like ambulance drivers 
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues 
Hirsutes with parachuits fruits 
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast 
Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now 
 
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. Make-out City`s a two-horse town) 
(girl spoken: "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 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 
(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 
Ow, ow, ow, ow 
 
from Marie-H. Haeck