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 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!


Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas

Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash