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