I was born in a crossfire hurricane  And I hoowled 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 schlooed 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  I was crowned with a spike right through 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!