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