Alex Kona was 12 feet tall
His mother got killed by a bowling ball
As she skipped across the wooden lane
Two frames from a perfect game

And ten years passed the bowling crash
Alex found a wooden shack
Showered in the post-war moon
That's where Alex began to bloom

As the Children left Sunday School
In gas mask and body suits
The reverend spoke of God's revenge
Would be comin from the mountain

And the ground shook and the mothers cried
And the giant loomed in the yellow sky
With a look of pathetic fear
And a staff of pine and a coat of dear

And the mothers watched with worried ears
And Alex just laughed and stroked his beard
And he sang

No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here

No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here

No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here

No you don't understand
What it's like
Growing up here