Jumping Jack Flash

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

But it's all right now
In fact, it's a gas
But it's all right
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back

But it's all right now
In fact, it's a gas
But it's all right
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas


I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was crowned with a spike right thru my head

But it's all right now
In fact, it's a gas
But it's all right
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas, gas, gas

Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas