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