(I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I)

I wanna kick 'em out

Well I feel pretty good, and I guess that I could

Get crazy now, baby

'Cause we all got in tune a-when my dressing room

Got hazy now, baby

You say that we’re too loud, we say that you’re right

The girls can't stand it when you're doin' it right

Let me up on the stand

And let me kick out the jam

Yeah, kick out the jams

I want to kick 'em out

I'm starting to sweat and now my shirt's all wet

What a feeling

The sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds

Off the ceiling

You gotta have it, baby, you can't do without

When you get that feeling, you gotta sock 'em out

Put that mic in my hand

And let me kick out the jam

Yeah, kick out the jams

I want to kick 'em out

(Ah yeah)

(Alright)

(Ah uh huh yeah)

(Uh huh yeah)

(Alright yeah)

(Alright)

(Yeah)

(Yeah yeah)

(Oh)

So you got to give it up, you know you can’t get enough

Miss McKenzie

(Miss McKenzie)

'Cause it gets in your brain, it drives you insane

With the frenzy

The wigglin' guitars, girl, the crash of the drums

Makes you wanna keep-a-rockin' 'til morning comes

Let me be who I am

And let me kick out the jam

Yeah, kick out the jams

I wanna kick 'em out