We gotta kick 'em out!

Well, I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby
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 doin' it right
When you're up on the stand let me kick out the jams
Kick out the jams
I gotta kick 'em out!

And I'm startin' to sweat, you know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling now, baby
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 your mic in my hand and let me kick out the jams
Kick out the jams
We gotta kick 'em out!

Gotta get it up
You know you can't get enough Miss McKenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain
And it drives you insane a loopy frenzy
Well, we got a guitar and a crash on the drums
If you wanna keep on rockin' til' the mornin' comes
Let me be who I am and let me kick out the jams
Yeah! Kick out the jams
I kicked 'em out!