Jumpin' Jack Flash

I was born in a crossfire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain And it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas! And 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 drowned, 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 is a gas! --- Jumpin' Jack Flash - Motörhead