The Rolling Stones - Jumpin’ Jack Flash - Live At The El Mocambo 1977

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane And I howled at my ma in the driving rain But it's alright, in fact, it's a gas But it's alright now, 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 alright now, in fact, it's a gas But it's alright, 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 I was crowned with a spike right through my head But it's alright now, in fact, it's a gas But it's alright, I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas! Gas! Gas