Kick Out the Jams

Kick out the jams, brothers and sisters Well, I feel pretty good And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all get in tune And the dressing room gets hazy now, baby Well, I know how you like it, child Hot, sweet and tight The girls can't stand it when you do it right When you're up on the stand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Come on, kick them out Well, I'm starting to sweat You know my shirt's all wet, what a feeling And the sound that abounds And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling Yeah, you gotta have it, baby, you can't do without 'Cause when you got that feeling, you got to sock them up Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Come on, kick them out You know I got to give it up You know you can't get enough Miss Mackenzie (Miss Mackenzie) Yeah, the sound in my brain You know it drives me insane with the frenzy (with the frenzy) Well, the wiggling guitars and the crash of the drums Make me wanna keep a-rocking 'til the morning come Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams I done kicked them out!