Sunday, November 12, 2006

It's a gas, gas, gas

I had the good fortune to attend the Rolling Stones concert in Las Vegas last night with three lovely ladies. A fine, fine show and a tribute to the band's professionalism, given that Jagger's father passed away on Friday at age 93.

And I'm always impressed to hear the Stones play "Jumping Jack Flash," which is all about getting second and third chances. It's even appropos to the Giants' pressing need to look forward as well as backwards. Well, maybe just to me. Anyhow, it's as good a reason as any to post the lyrics --

Watch it!

I was born in a cross-fire 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.
I frowned at the crumbs of a crust of bread.
Yeah, yeah, yeah 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!
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas
Jumping Jack Flash, its a gas

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Valiant attempt at a segue, Big D, but it's a gas, gas, gas, most likely from a surfeit of leguminous matter at dinner last night. I know somebody by the initials of BB who deserves a strap right across his back, and I am not speaking of the venerable Mr. King.
Dodgers RULE.

7:05 PM  
Blogger Big D said...

I had such a great time that I didn't notice, anonymous. Thanks again for your hospitality.

6:30 PM  

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