Track byThe Rolling Stones
And now... 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 through my head Yeah, yeah, yeah 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 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