[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]