I'm gonna kick 'em out!
Well I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now baby.
'Cause they all got in tune when the dressing room got hazy now baby.
I know how you like it child, hot, sweet, and tight,
The girls can't stand it when you're doing it right.
Let me up on the stands,
Let me kick out the jams,
Yeah, kick out the jams,
I'm gonna kick 'em out!
Well now 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.
You gotta have it baby you can't do without,
And when you get the feeling you gotta shout it out.
Put that mic in my hands,
Let me kick out the jams,
Yeah, kick out the jams,
I'm gonna kick 'em out!
So you got to get it up you know you can't get enough Miss MacKenzie.
Well it gets in your brain and it drives you insane it's a frenzy.
The wailing guitars girl and the crash of the drums,
Make you wanna keep a rockin' 'til morning comes.
Let me be who I am,
Let me kick out the jams,
Kick out the jams,
I wanna kick 'em out!