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