Kick Out the Jams

We're gonna 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 startin' to sweat

You know my shirt's all wet

What a feeling 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 give 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

The wigglin' guitar and a crash on the drums

We wanna keep on rockin' 'til 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