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
Jumping Jack Flash