Jumpin Jack Flash - Rolling Stones

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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

Picky guitar

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

Jumpin jack flash, It's a gas (repeat to end)