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There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations & the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz & the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives & jamboree handouts
Two turntables & a microphone
Bottles & cans & just clap your hands & just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone
Where it's at
I got three turntables & two microphones

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones & your whiplash tones
Members only hyponotizers
Move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with the microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passing the didgie from coast to coast
Let the man "Gud Wilson" rock the most!!

Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations & the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz & the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives & jamboree handouts
Two turntables & a microphone
Bottles & cans & just clap your hands & just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables & a microphone

Where it's at . . .

Where it's at . . .

I don't even care where it's at anymore . . .

I don't even care where it's gonna be . . .

Just put something else on, man . . .

Fuck this!

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