Beck Hansen — Where It’s At

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 just clap your hands Just clap your hands Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones And your whip-flash tones Members only hyponotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsute with your parachute fruits Passing 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 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 Make yourself ? 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 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