Текст песни Beck - Where It`s At
Beck - Where It`s At слова песни
There`s a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turned 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 handsWhere it`s atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it`s atTake me home in my elevator bonesPick 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 atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhat about those who swing both ways? AC-DC`s?Two turntables and a microphoneWhere it`s at!I got two turntables and a microphoneOh, dear me. Making slaves at Two-horse townThat`s beautiful, DadGet my microphoneThere`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 handsWhere it`s atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it`s atI got two turntables and a microphoneI got plastic on my mind