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!
[robot vocal effect] 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 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
Where it’s at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Man[spoken]: “What about those who swing both ways: AC-DC’s?
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
Oh, dear me. Make Out City is a two-horse town
girl[spoken]: “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
Telephone plastic baby
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