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