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Kick out the Jams, motherfuckers |
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Yeah, I, I, I, I, I'm gonna |
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I'm gonna kick 'em out, yeah |
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Well, I feel pretty good |
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And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby |
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'Cause we all got in tune and when the |
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Dressing room got hazy now, baby |
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I know how you want it, child |
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Hot, sweet, and tight |
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The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right |
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Let me up on the stand |
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And let me kick out the jams, yes |
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Kick out the jams |
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I want to kick 'em out |
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Yes, I'm startin' to sweat |
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You know my shirt's all wet, what a feelin' |
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And the sound that abounds |
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And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling |
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You gotta have it baby |
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You can't do without |
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When you get the feelin', you got the sound above |
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Put that mike in my hand |
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And let me kick out the jams, yes |
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Kick out the jams |
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I want to kick 'em out |
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Oh oh [Incomprehensible] |
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Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh yeah, oh yeah |
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So you gotta get it up |
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You know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie |
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Well, it gets in your brain |
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It drives you insane with a frenzy |
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The wiggling guitars, girl |
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The crash of the drums |
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Makes me wanna people rockin' till morning comes |
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Let me be who I am |
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And let me kick out the jams, yes |
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Kick out the jams |
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I done kicked 'em out |
