I was born in cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving way
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's all right
Im jumping jack flash, It's a gas! gas! gas! x2
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled whit a strap right across my back
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas
But it's all right
Im jumping jack flash, It's a gas! gas! gas! x4
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my knees and I saw they bled
I was 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
Im jumping jack flash, it's a gas gas gas x4

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