Well I stood stone like at midnight Suspended in my masquerade I combed my hair ’til 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 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-oh, growing 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 the 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, no
And I hid in the clouded warmth of the crowd When they said come down, I threw up Ooh-oh, growing up
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere You know it’s really hard to hold your breath And I swear I lost everything I ever loved or feared I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well my feet finally took root in the earth But I got 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 move down, I moved up Oh-oh-oh, don’t you know that I’m growing up I said, oh-oh-oh, I can’t help it that I’m growing up