Kick Out the Jam

Kick out the jams, motherfuckers!

Feel pretty good
Guess that I could get crazy, now baby
All got in tune
And when the dressing room, I got hazy
Yea, yea, yea

I know how you want it
Hot, quick and tight
Boys can't stand it
When you're doin' it right

Let me up on the stand
Let me kick out the jams, yea
Kick out the jams
I have to jam, yea

I'm starting to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling
In the sound that abounds
Resounds off the ceiling

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
Let me kick out the jams, yea
Kick out the jams

Let me be who I am
Let me kick out the jams, yea
Kick out the jams
I kicked 'em out

I kicked 'em out
I kicked 'em out
I kicked 'em out



Credits
Writer(s): Dennis A. Tomich, Robert W. Derminer, Frederick Dewey Smith, Wayne S Kramer, Michael H. Davis
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