Jumping Jack Flash (The Rolling Stones, 1968)

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain

But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas!
But it’s all right, I’m jumping 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 all right now, in fact, it’s a gas!
But it’s all right, I’m jumping 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 thru my head

But it’s all right now, in fact, it’s a gas!
But it’s all right, I’m jumping jack flash, it’s a gas!  gas! gas!