There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turned low With 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
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at
Take me home in my elevator bones
Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hyponotizers Move through the womb like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Here-suits with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Let the man get loose while I rock the most
Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone
What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?
Two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at! I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh, dear me. Making slaves at Two-horse town That's beautiful, Dad
Get 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 With 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
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