Kick out the Jams

We gotta kick 'em out

Well I feel pretty good

And I guess that I could get crazy now baby

We all got in tune

When the dressing room got hazy

I know how you want it when you're hot and tight

The girl can't stand it when you do it right

When you're up on the stand

Let me kick out the jams

Kick out the jams

We're gonna kick 'em out

And I'm starin' to sweat

You know my shirt's all wet, what a feelin' now baby

The sound that abound and resounds and rebounds

Straight off of the ceilin'

You gotta have it baby, you can't do without

You get that feelin' gotta kick 'em out

Put that mic in my hand

And let me kick out the jams

Kick out the jams

We gotta kick 'em out

Alright, alright

Alright, all

Gotta kick it up

You know you can't get enough, Miss McKenzie

'Cause it gets in your brain and it drives you insane

A loopy frenzy

We got a guitar and a crash on the drums

We wanna keep on rockin' till the mornin' comes

Let me be who I am

And let me kick out the jams

Yeah, kick out the jams

I done kicked 'em out