Well, 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 strode all alone through a fallout zone
Came out with my soul untouched

Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said "Sit down," I stood up
([Crowd:] Oh, oh) Growin' up
Ah-one, two, three, four!

Well, 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 I bombed 'em with the blues
With my gear set stubborn on standing
Broke all the rules, strafed my old high school
Never once gave thought to landing
Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Come down," I threw up
Oh, oh, growin' up
All right, come on, boys!

I took month-long vacations in the stratosphere
And you know it's really hard to hold your breath
Well, I lost everything I ever loved or feared
I was the cosmic kid!
Well, my feet, they finally took root in the earth
Got me a nice little place in the stars
I swear I found the key to the universe
In the engine of an old parked car

Hid in the clouded wrath of the crowd
When they said, "Sit down," I stood up
Oh, oh, growin' up
Yeah, yeah, growin' up

Yeeeeeahh!

One, two, a-one!

Thank you!