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 through 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, it's a gas.
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas.
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas.
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas.
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas.
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas.