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 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!