I was born in a cross-fire hurricane.
And I howled at my mom in the drivin' rain.
(But it's all right oh yeah.) In fact, it's a gas!
(But it's all right.) Said Jumpin' Jack,
(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 oh yeah.) In fact, it's a gas!
(But it's all right.) Said Jumpin' Jack,
(Gas! Gas! Gas!)
Ooooo.
And I howled at my mom in the drivin' rain.
(But it's all right oh yeah.) In fact, it's a gas!
(But it's all right.) Said Jumpin' Jack,
(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 oh yeah.) In fact, it's a gas!
(But it's all right.) Said Jumpin' Jack,
(Gas! Gas! Gas!)
Ooooo.