I stood stone-like at midnight, suspended in my
masquerade
I combed my hair till it was just right and commanded
the night brigade
I was open to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked
on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come
out with my soul untouched
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they
said, "Sit down," I stood up
Ooh... growin' up
The flag of piracy flew from my mast, my sails were set
wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't
sail but she sure could sing
I pushed B-52 and bombed them with the blues with my
gear set stubborn on standing
I broke all the rules, strafed my old high school,
never once gave thought to landing
I hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd, but when they
said, "Come down," I threw up
Ooh... growin' up
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, and
you know it's really hard to hold your breath
I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared, I was
the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet they finally took root in the earth, but
I got me a nice little place in the stars
And I swear I found the key to the universe in the
engine of an old parked car
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd, but when they
said, "Pull down," I pulled up
Ooh... growin' up
Ooh... growin' up