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, 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