I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at the maw of the driving rain,
But it's al l r ight n ow, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's al l r ight. I'm J umpin' 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 al l r ight n ow, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's al l r ight, I'm J umpin' 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 al l r ight n ow, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's al l r ight, I'm J umpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!
Jumping Jack Flash, i ts a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, i ts a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, i ts a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, i ts a gas
Jumping Jack Flash
