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 Jumping Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas, yeah
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with strap right across my back
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's all right, I'm Jumping 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
Yeah, I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
My, my, yeah, I was crowned with a spike right through my head
Yeah, yeah but it's all right now, now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's all right, I'm Jumping Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas, yeah, ooh, my baby
Jumping Jack flash
Jumping Jack flash
My, my, Jumping Jack Flash
[Incomprehensible] Jumping, Jumping, Jumping, Jumping
Jumping, Jumping, Jumping Jack Flash
Jumping Jack flash
Jumping, Jumping, Jumping, Jumping