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



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Writer(s): Frederick D. Smith, Michael Davis, Dennis A. Tomich, Wayne Kramer, Robert W. Derminer
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