We gotta 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

I know how you want it
When you're hot and tight
The girl can't stand it
When you're doing it right when they're up on the stand
Let me kick out the jams
Kick out the jams, we're gonna kick 'em out

And I'm startin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling now baby
And the sound that abound and resounds and rebounds straight off of the ceilin'
You gotta have it baby
You can't do without
You get that feelin' gotta kick 'em out
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Kick out the jams, we gotta kick 'em out

Got to get it up
You know you can't get enough miss Mckenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane' a loopy frenzy
We got a guitar and a crash on the drums
If you wanna keep on rockin' till the mornin' comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams, yeah kick out the jams
I done kicked 'em out

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