I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain, But its all right now, in fact, its a gas! But its all right. Im jumpin jack flash, Its a gas! gas! gas!
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag, I was schooled with a strap right across my back, But its all right now, in fact, its a gas! But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash, Its 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 its all right now, in fact, its a gas! But its all right, Im jumpin jack flash, Its a gas! gas! gas! Jumping jack flash, its a gas Jumping jack flash, its a gas
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