(jagger/richards)





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.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

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!



Jumping jack flash, its a gas

Jumping jack flash, its a gas

Jumping jack flash, its a gas

Jumping jack flash, its a gas

Jumping jack flash






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