We're 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 you're hot and tight
The girl cant stand it
When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams
Kick out the jams, We're gonna kick 'em out
And I'm starin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling now baby
And 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
Yeah, kick out the jams, we gotta kick 'em out
Got to get it up
You know you can't get enough Miss McKenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane' a loopy frenzy
We got a guitar and a crash on the drums
If you wanna keep on rockin' till the mornin' comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
I done kicked 'em out
Kick Out The Jams Video (MV)
Performed By: Rage Against The Machine
From Album: Renegades
Written by: DENNIS A. TOMICH, FREDERICK D. SMITH, FREDERICK DEWEY SMITH, MICHAEL DAVIS, MICHAEL H. DAVIS, ROBERT W. DERMINER, WAYNE KRAMER, WAYNE S KRAMER
Year: 2000
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We're 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 you're hot and tight
The girl cant stand it
When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams
Kick out the jams, We're gonna kick 'em out
And I'm starin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling now baby
And 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
Yeah, kick out the jams, we gotta kick 'em out
Got to get it up
You know you can't get enough Miss McKenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane' a loopy frenzy
We got a guitar and a crash on the drums
If you wanna keep on rockin' till the mornin' comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
I done kicked '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 you're hot and tight
The girl cant stand it
When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams
Kick out the jams, We're gonna kick 'em out
And I'm starin' to sweat
You know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling now baby
And 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
Yeah, kick out the jams, we gotta kick 'em out
Got to get it up
You know you can't get enough Miss McKenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane' a loopy frenzy
We got a guitar and a crash on the drums
If you wanna keep on rockin' till the mornin' comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
I done kicked 'em out
Writer: DENNIS A. TOMICH, FREDERICK D. SMITH, FREDERICK DEWEY SMITH, MICHAEL DAVIS, MICHAEL H. DAVIS, ROBERT W. DERMINER, WAYNE KRAMER, WAYNE S KRAMER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
