(originally by The Rolling Stones)

I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at the morning drivin' 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 by 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

Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas

I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down at my feet and I saw they bled
Yeah, 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 motherfuckin', 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...