I was born in a cross-fire hurricane.
And I howled at my ma in the drivin' 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.
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled, yeah yeah.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, yeah yeah yeah.
I was crowned with a spike right through my head.
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas!
And I howled at my ma in the drivin' 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.
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead.
I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled, yeah yeah.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, yeah yeah yeah.
I was crowned with a spike right through my head.
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas!
