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

[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!]
[Got two turntables and a microphone]
 
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 the ambulance driver
 
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from ^[coast to coast]
Like my man Gary Wilson [rocks 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]

<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>
[Make it out, baby]
[Yeah, yeah, yeah]
[Let's make it out, baby]
[Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah]