Kick Out the Jams

Kick out the jams, motherfuckers
Yeah, ha ha ha ha!

I'm gonna kick it out
Yeah

Well, I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could
Get crazy now, baby
Girl, we all got in tune
When the dressing room got hazy now, baby

I know how you want it
Hot, sweet, and tight
The girls can't stand it
When you doin' it right
When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams
Yeah, kick out the jams
I'm gonna kick it out
Yeah

You know, I'm startin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feelin'
And the sound that abounds
And resounds and rebounds
Off the ceiling
You gotta have it, baby
You can't do without
When you get that feelin'
You've gotta talk about
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yeah, kick out the jams
I'm gonna kick it out

So you got to give it up
You know you can't get enough
Miss Mackenzie
'Cause the sound in your brain
Drives you insane with the frenzy
The wigglin' guitars, girl
The crash of the drums
You'll wanna keep on rocking
'Til the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yeah, kick out the jams
I'm gonna kick it out

Yeah, ah yeah