Where It's At
There's a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowThe jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands
Where it's atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's atI got two turntables and a microphone
Take me home in my elevator bones!That was a good drum break
Pick yourself up off the side of the roadWith your elevator bones and your whip-flash tonesMembers only, hyponotizersMove through the room like ambulance driversShine your shoes with your microphone bluesHirsutes with your parachute flutesPassing the dutchie from coast to coastLet the man Gary Wilson rock the most
Where it's atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's atI 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 microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphoneTwo turntables and a microphone
Where it's atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's atI got two turntables and a microphone
Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse townThat's beautiful, Dad
Get my microphone
There's a destination a little up the roadFrom the habitations and the towns we knowA place we saw the lights turn lowJig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flowPulling out jives and jamboree handoutsTwo turntables and a microphoneBottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands
Where it's atI got two turntables and a microphoneWhere it's atI got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
Let's make it out, babyit's been good.Let's make it out, baby.Good good good.