Jumpin' Jack Flash

(albüm: Big Rocks - 2017)

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

But it's all right, 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, 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, yeah yeah
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was crowned with a spike right through my head
Through my head

But it's all right, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right, I'm Jumping Jack Flash
It's a gas, gas, gas!

Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, it's a gas

I'm a rock 'n' roller, honey
And you are my cross-fire hurricane