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 came 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 em'    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 warmth of    the crowd but when they said,    "Come down," I threw up,    Ooh...growin up.       I took long month 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    comic 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