Jumpin' 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.

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!