(beck speaking:) [ya know how it is It's like, my...
....twilight...???? I've seen your place before, i've tread thid field...
windy, windy looking for a better home got me, got...
([gotta get it) ([gotta] get it) (yeeah-oh!) (yeeah-oh!) (plastic classic)...
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash song...
There's nobody There's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't...
Monkey see, monkey die Laminate your face and paste it...
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos...
Seventeen years in the city Static clinging to the ceiling...
On a highway unpaved going my way You're so alone...