Bek Lyrics

Where It's At (Remix by UNKLE)

(From the Where It's At Single)

[Written by Beck Hansen, Mike Simpson, John King]

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw 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!

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whipflash tones
Members Only, hypnotisers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passin' the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson rocks 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/DC's?
Let's make out, baby … cheese

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 scene

Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh honey, Make Out City is a two-horse town.

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 turned low
The jigsaw 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!
Makin' out, baby … let's make it … let's make out, baby.
Telephone, plastic, baby!
Oh it's all goooooood … ah yeah, let's burn it good.