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
In 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 out
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams
Come on, kick them out!
So you 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 girl and the crash of the drums
Make me wanna keep a-rocking till 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!