Tekstovi: Entombed. Sons Of Satan Praise The Lord. Kick Out The Jams.

Yeah, I'm gonna kick 'em out!

Well, I feel pretty good and I guess that I could
Get crazy now, baby
'Cause we all gotta [Incomprehensible] of what we gotta do
Gettin' hazy now, baby

I know how you want it, child, hot, quick and tight
The girls can't stand it when you're doin' it right

When I'm up on the stand
I'm [Incomprehensible] to kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams
I done kick 'em out!

Yes, I'm a starting to sweat, you know my shirt's all wet
What a feeling!
It's a sound that abounds and resounds
And rebounds off the ceiling

You gotta have it, baby, you can't do without
Oh, when you get that feeling you gotta sock 'em out

Put that [Incomprehensible] in my hands
And let me kick out the jams
Yeah, kick out the jams
I done kick 'em out!

So, you got to give it up, you know you
Can't get enough, Miss Mackenzie
'Cause it gets in your brain, it drives you insane
With a frenzy

The wigglin' guitars, girl, the crash of the drums
Makes me wanna rock until the morning comes

Let me be who I am
I [Incomprehensible] kick out the jams
Yeah, kick out the jams
I done kicked 'em out!

Yo, yeah, out