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 (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
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 (gas, gas, gas)
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas
Jumping jack flash, it's a gas...
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