I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain
I was raised by a toothless, bearded hag
I was schooled with a strap right across my back
I was drowned, I was washed up and left for dead
I fell down to my feet and saw they bled
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
I was crowned with a spike right through my head
But its all right now, in fact its a gas
Its all right, I'm Jumpin Jack Flash