Πνίγηκα, παρασύρθηκα με ροή και θεωρήθηκα ως νεκρό

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 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!