Jumping Jack Flash

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, Jumpin' Jack Flash

It's a gas

I was schooled with a strap right across my back

I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag

But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas

But it's all right, Jumpin' Jack Flash

It's a

I was drowned, I was beat up and left for dead

I looked down to my feet and I saw they bled

But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas

All right, Jumpin' Jack Flash

Jumpin' Jack Flash