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