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 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