Текст песни BECK - Where It\'s At
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Текст песни BECK - Where It\'s At
here's a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowWith the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flowPulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands( )Where it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!(robot vocal effect) I got two turntables and a microphoneTake me home in my elevator bones!Pick yourself up off the side of the roadWith your elevator bones and your whip-flash tonesMembers only hyponotizersMove through the womb like ambulance driversShine your shoes with your microphone bluesHere-suits with your parachute fruitsPassing the dutchie from coast to coastLet the man get loose while I rock the mostWhere it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneMan(spoken): "What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?Two turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at!I got two turntables and a microphoneOh, dear me. Making slaves at Two-horse towngirl(spoken): "That's beautiful, Dad."(Get my microphone....)There's a destination a little up the road