Where It's At

[03:32.50]There's a destination a little up the road

[03:34.50]From the habitations and the towns we know

[03:37.50]A place we saw the lights turn low

[03:40.50]The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

[03:42.50]Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts

[03:45.50]Two turntables and a microphone

[03:47.50]Bottles and cans

[01:01.50][03:48.50][03:49.50]And just clap your hands

[01:09.50][01:14.50][01:18.50][01:53.50][01:58.50][02:53.50][02:58.50][03:52.50][03:57.50]Where it's at!

[01:11.50][01:16.50][01:20.50][01:55.50][02:00.50][02:55.50][03:00.50][03:54.50][03:59.50]I 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 whip-flash tones

Members only hypnotizers

Move through the room like ambulance drivers

Shine your shoes with your microphone blues

Hirsutes with your parachuits fruits

Passing the dutchie from coast to coast

Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now

What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's

Let's make it out, baby

[02:40.50][02:43.50][02:45.50][02:47.50][02:50.50]Two turntables and a microphone

We're all part of the total symbol

Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town

That's beautiful, Dad!

Got my microphone...

I got plastic on my mind

Make it out, baby

Let's make it

Let's make it out, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Waaahhh

Telephone plastic baby

Ahh, so good

Oh, yeah

Let's play good

Ow, ow, ow, ow