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 [bad word] of a [bad word] of bread. 
 Yeah, yeah, yeah 
 I was crowned with a spike right [bad word] 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