All The Young Dudes

Well Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he’d kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive, don’t want to stay alive when you’re 25
And Wendy’s stealing clothes from unlocked cars
And Freddie’s got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we’re juvenile deliquent wrecks
I need T.V. when I got T-Rex

Oh brother, you guessed, I’m a dude now

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Bugaloo dudes
Carry the news

Well Jimmy looks sweet because he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule; it’s a real mean team
But we can love, yes, we can love
And my brother’s back home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got off with that revolution stuff
What a drag, too many snags
Well, I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine
Going to raise some cat to bed
Oh man, is this concrete all around
Or is it all in my head

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