Where It’s At歌词
  • 歌手:Beck
    歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com

    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
    And just clap your hands
    And 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 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
    What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's
    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
    We're all part of the total symbol
    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
    Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
    Two turntables and a microphone
    Bottles and cans
    And just clap your hands
    And 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
    Waaahhh
    Telephone plastic baby
    Ahh, so good
    Oh, yeah
    Let's play good
    Ow, ow, ow, ow

  • 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
    And just clap your hands
    And 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 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
    What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's
    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
    We're all part of the total symbol
    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
    Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
    Two turntables and a microphone
    Bottles and cans
    And just clap your hands
    And 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
    Waaahhh
    Telephone plastic baby
    Ahh, so good
    Oh, yeah
    Let's play good
    Ow, ow, ow, ow