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 jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your handsWhere 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 with my elevator bones
That was a good drum breakPick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson, I rock the mostWhere it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphoneWhat 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 microphoneWe're all part of the total syndromeWhere it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphoneOh, dear me, make-out city's a two-horse town
That's beautiful, DadGot 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
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands
And just clap your handsWhere it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphoneI got plastic on my mind
Make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahTelephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
