Jumpin’ Jack Flash (Live At The El Mocambo 1977)

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain
But it's alright, in fact, it's a gas
But it's alright now, 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 alright now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's alright, 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 alright now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's alright, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash
It's a gas! Gas! Gas