Jeff Buckley Follow

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