| 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! |