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
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
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 in my elevator bones
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only
Hypnotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shining 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
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
Two turntables and a microphone
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