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Artist: beck
Song: where it's at
Album: Odelay
Year: 1996
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

Pullin' out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and 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 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 your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let my man Ken Wilson
(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, DCs?
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
Make out city's a two-horse town
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

Pullin' out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and 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
Let's make it
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
Oh, oh, oh, oh. oh
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