| Kick out the Jams, motherfuckers | |
| Yeah, I, I, I, I, I'm gonna | |
| I'm gonna kick 'em out, yeah | |
| Well, I feel pretty good | |
| And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby | |
| 'Cause we all got in tune and when the | |
| Dressing room got hazy now, baby | |
| I know how you want it, child | |
| Hot, sweet, and tight | |
| The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right | |
| Let me up on the stand | |
| And let me kick out the jams, yes | |
| 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' | |
| 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 got the sound above | |
| Put that mike in my hand | |
| And let me kick out the jams, yes | |
| Kick out the jams | |
| I want to kick 'em out | |
| Oh oh [Incomprehensible] | |
| Alright, alright, alright, alright, oh yeah, oh yeah | |
| So you gotta get it up | |
| You know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie | |
| Well, it gets in your brain | |
| It drives you insane with a frenzy | |
| The wiggling guitars, girl | |
| The crash of the drums | |
| Makes me wanna people rockin' till morning comes | |
| Let me be who I am | |
| And let me kick out the jams, yes | |
| Kick out the jams | |
| I done kicked 'em out |