All The Young Dudes

Well, Billy rapped all night About his suicide How he’d kick it in the head When he was twenty fiveSpeed jiveDon’t wanna stay alive When you’re twenty fiveAnd Wendy’s stealing clothes From unlocked carsAnd Freddie’s got spots From rippin’ off the stars From his faceFunky little bolt rays)The television man is crazy Saying we’re juvenile deliquent wrecksOh man who needs TV When I got T Rex Oh brother you guessedI’m a dude dadAll the young dudesCarry the newsBoogaloo dudesCarry the newsAll the young dudesCarry the newsBoogaloo dudesCarry the newsLucy looks sweet Cause he’s dressed like a queenBut he can kick like a mule Yeah, it’s a real mean sceneBut we can really really loveOh, yes, we can loveMy brother’s back homeWith his Beatles and StonesWe never got off On that revolution stuffWhat a drag Too many snags I drunk a lot of wine And I’m feeling fineI’ve got to race some cat to bedOh is there concrete all roundOr is it just in my head? I’m a dude, dadAll the young dudesCarry the newsBoogaloo dudesCarry the newsAll the young dudesCarry the newsBoogaloo dudesCarry the newsAll the young dudesCarry the newsBoogaloo dudesCarry the news

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