Growing up, growing up, growing up, just growing up
Well I stood stoned like at midnight, suspended in my masquerade
And I combed my hair till it was just right, and commanded the night brigade
I was open to pain, across 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
And I hid in the crowded wrath of the cloud, and when they sat, sat down, I stood up
Ooh, growing up
Ooh, growing up
And the flag of piracy, it flew from my mast, and my sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for first mate, she couldn't sail, but she sure could sing
And I pushed B-52, and I bombed them with the blues, with my gear set, stubbing on standing
I broke all the rules straight from my old high school, never once gave thought to landing
And I hid in the cloud, and walked through the crowd, and when they said come down, I threw up
Ooh, growing up
Ooh, growing up
I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere, you know it's really hard to hold your breath
Swear I lost everything, I ever loved your fear, I was the cosmic kid in full costume dress
Well, my feet, they finally took root in the earth, I got me a nice little place in the stars
Yeah, and I swear I found the key to the universe, in the engine of an old parked car
And I hid in the mother breast of the crowd, and when they said pull down, I pulled up
Ooh, growing up
Ooh, growing up
You know it was ooh, just growing up
Yeah, ooh
Ooh, growing up