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 jigsaw 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 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 Do it 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 parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Like my man Gary Wilson (I rock 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 it out, baby 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 syndrome) 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 our 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 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 I got plastic on my mind Let's make it out, baby Let's make it Let's make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Telephone plastic baby Ohh, so good Oh, so good Let's play good