Jumpin' Jack Flash

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

I was schooled with a strap right across my back
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
But it's alright now, in fact it's a gas
But it's alright, jumpin' Jack Flash
Is a

I was drowned, I was beat up and left for dead
I looked down at my feet and I saw they bled
But it's alright now, in fact it's a gas
Alright, jumpin' Jack Flash
Jumpin' Jack Flash