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I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I hoowled 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 schlooed 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 Iwas 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 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!

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