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 the tune where the dressing room got hazy

I know how you want it when you're caught in tight

The girl can't stand it when you're doing it right

When their up on the stand

Let me kick out the jams

Kick out the jams

We're gonna kick 'em out!

And I'm starting to sweat, hey, yeah, my shirt's all wet

What a feeling now, baby

The song that abounds and resounds and rebounds

Straight off of the ceiling

You gotta have it, baby

You can't do without

Get that feeling, 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

Got to get it up

You know you can't get enough Miss Mckenzie

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

A more looping frenzy

Well we got a guitar and a crash on the drums

We wanna keep on rocking till the morning comes

Let me be who I am

And let me kick out the jams

Yeah! Kick out the jams

We wanna kick some out