The Rolling Stones - Jumpin' Jack Flash - Live at Racket, NYC

I was born in a crossfire hurricane And I howled at my mom drivin' rain But it's all, all right now In fact, it's a gas But it's all, all right I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas Come on I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag I was schooled with a strap right across my back But it's all, all right now In fact, it's a gas But it's all, 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 And I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread I was crowned with a spike right through my head But it's all, all right now In fact, it's a gas But it's all, all right I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas Yeah, Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas (yeah) Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas C'mon C'mon C'mon C'mon Thank you Thank you very much, everybody Thanks for coming Goodnight Hey, but you knew there might be one more