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(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, 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
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Lyrics: Rolling Stones
