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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 Jams 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 In the sound that abounds and resounds and rebounds off the ceiling Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah 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 got to give it up, and you know I can't get enough of Mackenzie Mackenzie, Mackenzie '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 And let me kick out the jam Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Kick out the jams, I done kicked 'em out From Letras Mania