| Kick out the jams motherfuckers !
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| Yeah! |
| I, I, I, I, I’m gonna
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| I’m gonna kick 'em out ! |
| Yeah !
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| Well i feel pretty good
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| And i guess that i could get crazy now baby
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| Cause we all got in tune
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| And when the dressing room got hazy now baby
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| I know how you want it child
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| Hot, quick and tight
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| The girls can’t stand it When you’re doin’it right
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| Let me up on the stand
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| And let me kick out the jam
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| Yes, kick out the jams
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| I want to kick’em out !
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| Yes i’m starting to sweat
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| You know my shirt’s all wet
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| What a feeling
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| In the sound that abounds
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| And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
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| You gotta have it baby
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| You can’t do without
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| When you get that feeling
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| You gotta sock’em out
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| Put that mike in my hand
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| And let me kick out the jam
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| Yes ! |
| Kick out the jams
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| I want to kick’em out
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| (guitar)
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| So you got to give it up You know you can’t get enough Miss Mackenzie
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| Cause it gets in your brain
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| It drives you insane
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| With the frenzy
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| The wailin’guitars girl
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| The crash of the drums
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| Make you wanna keep-a-rockin'
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| Till the morning comes
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| Let me be who i am And let me kick out the jam
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| Yes, kick out the jams
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| I done kicked em out !!! |