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 with a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone
Through the fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched

I stood in the crowd and read something loud
But when they said, "Put out," I stood up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up

The flag of piracy flew from my mast
My sails were set wing to wing
I had a jukebox graduate for a first mate
She couldn't sail but she sure could sing

And I pushed B-52
And bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
I strolled all alone
Through the fallout zone
Never once gave thought to landing
I stood in the crowd and read something loud
But when they said, "Put down," I put up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up

I stood in the crowded warmth of the crowd
But when they said, "Sit down," I threw up
Ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh, growin' up
Ooh-ooh, growin' up, yeah