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Jumping Jack Flash

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 03.08.2012

(Jagger/Richards)
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I howled 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 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
I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash, it's a 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, yeah
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread
Yeah, 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!
spoken: Oh yeah. Thank you kindly
I think I busted a button on my trousers
hope they don't fall down.
You don't want my trousers to fall down, now do ya?


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