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 [unverified]   'Cause it gets in your brain   It drives you insane, makes you crazy      The [unverified] 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