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