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 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 Hypnotizers move through the womb like ambulance drivers Shining 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
What 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 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, 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
