Kick out the Jams

Kick out the jams, motherfuckers
Yeah

Yeah

Well, I feel pretty good, and I guess that I could get crazy
'Cause we all got in tune and when the dressin' room got hazy now
I know how you want it, child, hot, quick and tight
The girls can't stand it, when you're doin' it right

Let me up on the stand
And let me kick out the jam
Yeah, 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'
In the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds off the ceilin'
You gotta have it, baby, you can't do without
When you get that feelin', you gotta sock 'em out

Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jam
Yeah, kick out the jams
I want to kick 'em out

So you got to give it up, you know you can't get enough, Miss McKenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain, and it drives you insane with the frenzy
The wigglin' guitars, girl, the crash of the drums
Make you wanna keep-a-rockin' 'til mornin' comes

Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jam
Yeah, kick out the jams
I'm done kicked 'em out

Ye-hey-hey
Ye-hey-hey-hey-hey



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