Lyrics:There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw 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
And just 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
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
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 whipflash tones
Members Only, hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with your parachute fruits
Passin' the dutchie from coast to coast
Like my man Gary Wilson rocks the most
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
What about those who swing both ways? AC/DCs?
Let's make out, baby . . .
Fight fight this, funk the beat
Like this, party people, it's a ??
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
We're all part of the total scene
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at, I got two turntables and a microphone
Oh honey, Make Out City is a two-horse town.
That's beautiful, Dad.
Got my microphone. . .
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
The jigsaw 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
And just 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
I got plastic on my mind!
Makin' out, baby . . . let's make it . . . let's make out, baby.
Telephone, plastic, baby!
Oh it's all goooooood . . . ah yeah, let's burn it good.
The Song:This remix of "Where It's At" shares its basic arrangement with the original, down to the samples (there is one in the middle that is new). The difference though is that the general groove of the original has been stripped down (by John King, one of the Dust Brothers), and replaced with a calm funk guitar. It's very mellow and smooth and an interesting leader for the song, especially after becoming familiar with the groovy hiphop keyboard riff of the original.
Lloyd Price was a famous musician from the '50s and '60s. According to the liner notes, this remix contains elements of Price's famous song "Personality." That said, I do not notice any similarity to it at all. *shrug*