Where It’s At – Beck

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!
(robot vocal effect) 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 hyponotizers
Move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your 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

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. Making slaves at Two-horse town

girl(spoken): “That’s beautiful, Dad.”

(Get my microphone….)

There’s a destination a little up the road


Lyric Where It’s At – Beck