歌名：where it's at
歌手：beck
制作：caiweioong
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
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
What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's
Let's make it out, baby
Two turntables and a microphone
We're all part of the total symbol
Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad!
Got my 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