I’m gonna kick ‘em out
  
  Well I feel pretty good
  And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby
  ‘Cause we all got in tune
  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’re doing it right
  When they’re up on the stand
  And then they kick out the jams, yes
  Kick out the jams, I like to 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’ve got the sounds above
  Put that mic in my hand
  And let me kick out the jams
  Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick ‘em out
  
  So you got to get it up
  And then can’t get enough
  That’s what ....
  ‘Cause it gets in your brain
  It drives you insane, makes you crazy
  The ...... the faster you funk
  If you wanna feed my rocket
  Till the morning comes
  Let me be who I am
  And let me kick out the jams
  Yes kick out the jams
  I done kick ‘em out