Where It's at sing and play along

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 getfresh flow.

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts,

two turntables and a microphone.

Bottles and cans, ajust clap your hands,

ajust 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.)

Got two turntables and a microphone.

Take me home with my elevator bones.

That was a good drum break.

Pick yourself up off the side of the road with your elevator bones and your whiplash 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.

Let the man, Gary Wilson, 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.

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,

jigsaw jazz and the getfresh flow.

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts,

two turntables and a microphone.

Bottles and cans, ajust clap your hands,

ajust 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.