jumpin’ jack flash
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

But it’s alright now, in fact it’s a gas
But it’s alright, 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
And I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
I was crowned with a spike right through my head