Well I stood stone like at midnight,
suspended in my masquerade.
I combed my hair to look just right
and come by end of the night brigade.
I was open to pain and crossed by the
rain and I walked on a crooked crutch.
I stood all alone through a fallout dawn,
came around with my soul untouched.
I hid in the cloud and wandered the crowd
but when they said sit down I stood up.
Ooh,
ooh, ooh, growing up.
Well the flag of piracy flew from my
mace and my sails were set wing to wing.
I had a G-Bice graduate for a first mate.
She couldn't sail but she sure could sing.
I put your B-52 and bombed them with the blues
and hid my gear set stubborn on standing.
I broke all the rules,
straightened my whole high school,
never once gave a whoop de lay lay.
I hid in the cloud and wandered the crowd
but when they said come down I threw up.
Ooh, ooh, ooh, growing up.
I took month long vacations in the stratosphere.
You know it's really hard to hold your breath.
I lost everything I ever loved or feared.
I was a cosmic kid in full costume,
dressed my feet,
the finest brood in the air.
I found me a nice little place in the stars.
I swear I found the key to the universe
and the engine of that woo-bar car.
I hid in the mother breast of the crowd
but when they said pull down I pulled in.
Ooh,
ooh, ooh, growing up.
Ooh,
ooh,
ooh, growing up.
Ooh, ooh, ooh,
growing up.