Jumping Jack

I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

But it’s all right
Yeah now, in fact, it’s a gas
But it’s all right
Yeah, jumping jack flash is 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
Yeah now, in fact, it’s a gas
But it’s all right
Yeah, jumping jack flash is a gas, gas, gas

But it’s all right
Yeah now, in fact, it’s a gas
But it’s all right
Yeah, jumping jack flash is a gas, gas, gas

I was drowned, I was washed-up and took for dead
I fell down, on my knees in the storm and prayed
I was crammed, with the crumbs of the crusts of bread
I looked down to my feet, and I saw they bled

But it’s all right
Yeah now, in fact, it’s a gas
But it’s all right
Yeah, jumping jack flash is a gas, gas, gas