the rolling stones
jumpin' jack flash
I was born in a crossfire 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 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 all right, now, in fact it's a gas. But it's 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. 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 jumpin' Jack Flash It's a gas, gas, gas! Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas ...... (rep and fade)