| A | D | C | G | A | D | C | G | |
| I was | born in a | crossfire | hurricane |
| And I howled at my ma in the drivin' rain |
| C | G | D | A | |
| But it's | all - r | ight - | 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 Jumpin' Jack Flash it's a gas, 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 |
| But it's all - right .....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 |
| Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas |
| Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a gas |