Kick out the Jams, ************* 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 and when the Dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child Hot, sweet, and tight The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right Let me up on the stand And let me kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams I want to kick 'em out Yes, 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 the feelin', you got the sound above Put that mike in my hand And let me kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams I want to kick 'em out Oh oh [Incomprehensible] Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh yeah, oh yeah So you gotta get it up You know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie Well, it gets in your brain It drives you insane with a frenzy The wiggling guitars, girl The crash of the drums Makes me wanna people rockin' till morning comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams I done kicked 'em out
Kick out the Jams, ************* 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 and when the Dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child Hot, sweet, and tight The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right Let me up on the stand And let me kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams I want to kick 'em out Yes, 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 the feelin', you got the sound above Put that mike in my hand And let me kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams I want to kick 'em out Oh oh [Incomprehensible] Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh yeah, oh yeah So you gotta get it up You know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie Well, it gets in your brain It drives you insane with a frenzy The wiggling guitars, girl The crash of the drums Makes me wanna people rockin' till morning comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams I done kicked 'em out
