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There's a destination a little up the road |
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From the habitations and the towns we know |
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A place we saw the lights turn low |
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The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow |
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Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts |
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Two turntables and a microphone |
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Bottles and cans |
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And just clap your hands |
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Where it's at! |
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I got two turntables and a microphone |
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Take me home with my elevator bones! |
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That was a good drum break |
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Pick yourself up off the side of the road |
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With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones |
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Members only hypnotizers |
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Move through the room like ambulance drivers |
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Shine your shoes with your microphone blues |
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Hirsutes with your parachuits fruits |
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Passing the dutchie from coast to coast |
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Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now |
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What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's |
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Let's make it out, baby |
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Two turntables and a microphone |
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We're all part of the total symbol |
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Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town |
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That's beautiful, Dad! |
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Got my microphone... |
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I got plastic on my mind |
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Make it out, baby |
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Let's make it |
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Let's make it out, baby |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Waaahhh |
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Telephone plastic baby |
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Ahh, so good |
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Oh, yeah |
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Let's play good |
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Ow, ow, ow, ow |