Jumpin' Jack Flash

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at the morning 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 (ooh) I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead I fell down to my feet and I saw they bled, yeah, yeah I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread Yeah, yeah, yeah I was crowned with a spike right through my head, my, my, yeah 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 Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas --- Jumpin' Jack Flash - The Rolling Stones