Written by: DENNIS A. TOMICH, FREDERICK D. SMITH, FREDERICK DEWEY SMITH, MICHAEL DAVIS, MICHAEL H. DAVIS, ROBERT W. DERMINER, WAYNE KRAMER, WAYNE S KRAMER
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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Kick Out the Jams’ by Afrika Bambaataa. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Afrika Bambaataa or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Kick out the jams motherfuckers!
Yeah! I, I, I, I, I’m gonna
I’m gonna kick ’em out! Yeah!
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, quick and tight
The girls can’t stand it
When you’re doin’ it right
Let me up on the stand
And let me kick out the jam
Yes, kick out the jams
I want to kick ’em out!
Yes I’m starting to sweat
You know my shirt’s all wet
What a feeling
In the sound that abounds
And resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
You gotta have it baby
You can’t do without
When you get that feeling
You gotta sock ’em out
Put that mike in my hand
And let me kick out the jam
Yes ! Kick out the jams
I want to 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
Leaping frenzy
The wailin’ guitars girl
The crash of the drums
Make you want to keep-a-rockin’
Till the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jam
Yes, kick out the jams
I done kicked em out!