The Rolling Stones

I was born
In a crossfire 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 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
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas
It's a gas