[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone [x4]
[Verse 2]
(Take me home with my elevator bones!)
(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 hyponotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsute with your parachute fruits
Pa**ing the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson (rocks the most)
[Chorus]
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone [x2]
[Bridge]
("What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?")
(Let's make it out, baby)
[Verse 1]
[Chorus]
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone [x2]