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!