Kick Out the Jams

I'm gonna kick 'em out
Well, I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby
'Cause we all got in tune

When the dressing room got hazy now, baby
I know how you want it, child
Hot, sweet, and tight
When girls can't stand it

When you're doing it right
When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams, yes
Kick out the jams, I like 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've got the sounds above
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out

So you got to get it up
And then can't get enough
That's what
'Cause it gets in your brain

It drives you insane, makes you crazy
The, the faster you funk
If you wanna feed my rocket
'Til the morning comes

Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams
I done kick 'em out



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