Kick Out the Jams

Kick out the jams, motherfuckers!

Yeah, I, I, I, I, I'm gonna

I'm gonna kick 'em out, yeah

Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could

Get crazy now, baby

'Cause we all got in tune a-when my dressing room

Got hazy now, baby

I know how you want it, child, hot, quick and tight

The girls can't stand it when you're doin' it right

Let me up on the stand

And let me kick out the jams

Yes, kick out the jams

I have to kick 'em out

Yes, I'm startin' to sweat, yeah now my shirt's all wet

What a feelin'

In the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds

Off the ceilin'

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

When you get the feeling, you gotta sock 'em out

Put that mic in my hand

And let me kick out the jam

Yes, kick out the jams

I have to kick 'em out

Alright, alright, alright, alright, come on, darlin'

Alright, alright, alright, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

So ya got to give it up, ya know ya can't get enough

Miss McKenzie

Miss McKenzie

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

Meet the frenzy

The wigglin' guitars, girl, the crash of the drums

Make me wanna keep on rockin' till morning comes

Let me be who I am

And let me kick out the jam

Yes, kick out the jams

I done kicked them out