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!