text: Were gonna 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 youre hot and tight
  The girl cant stand it
  When you do it right
  When youre up on the stand
  Let me kick out the jams
  Kick out the jams, were gonna kick em out
  And Im startin to sweat
  You know my shirts 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 cant 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
  Alright, alright, alright, all
  Gotta give it up
  You know you cant get enough, Miss McKenzie
  Cause it gets in your brain
  And it drives you insane a loopy frenzy
  The wigglin guitar and a crash on the drums
  We 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 done kicked em out