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
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flowPulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your handsWhere 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 microphoneTake me home in my elevator bones!
That was a good drum breakPick 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
Hirsutes with your parachute flutes
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man Gary Wilson rock the mostWhere it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphoneWhat about those who swing both ways: AC-DC'sTwo turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphoneOh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad
Get my microphoneThere'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 and just clap your hands and just clap your handsWhere it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphoneI got plastic on my mind
Telephone plastic baby