One! Two!
I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the drivin' rain
But it's alright now
In fact it's a gas but it's alright
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 a alright now
In tact it's a gas, but it's alright
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas, oh
I was drowned, I was washed up
And left for dead
I fell down to my feet and
I saw they bled, yeah, yeah
And I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, yeah yeah, yeah,
I was crowned with a spike right through
My head, right through my head right through my head
But it's a alright
In fact it's a gas, but it's alright
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, It's a gas