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