Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could get crazy now, baby. 'Cause we all got in tune and when the dressing room got hazy now, baby. I know how you want it, child: hot, sweet, and tight. The girls can't stand it when you doin' it right; when you're up on the stand. And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I Wantta Kick 'em Out! Yes, I'm startin' to sweat, you know my shirt's all wet. What a feelin'. And the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds off the ceiling. You gotta have it baby, you can't do without, when you get the feelin', you got the sound above. Put that mike in my hand And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I WANTTA KICK 'EM OUT! So you gotta get it up, you know ya can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie. Well, it gets in your brain, it drives you insane with a frenzy. The wailing guitars, girl, the crash of the drums, makes me wanna keep a-rockin' till the morning comes. Let me be who I am. And let me kick out the jams, yes! Kick out the jams. I DONE KICKED 'EM OUT!