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
You girls can't stand it when you're doin' it right
And come sit up on the stand and let me kick out the jam
Yes, kick out the jams, oh, kick 'em out

Yes, I'm starting to sweat
And my shirt's all wet, what a feeling
(What a feeling, what a feeling)
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 that feeling, you gotta sock 'em out
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jam
Yes, kick out the jam
Come on, kick 'em out

So you gotta get it on
And you know I can't get enough of Kenzie (Kenzie, Kenzie)
'Cause it gets in your brain
And then it drives you insane with the frenzy
The wailin' guitars and the crash of the drums
Make you want to keep-a-rockin' 'til the morning comes
Let me know who I am

Let me kick out the jam
Kick out the jams
I'm done, I kicked 'em out