Where It's At-Jimmy McGriff

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 Where it's at! 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 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