All The Young Dudes - David Bowie

Woo-woo-woo-woo wii-wii-wii
Now, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Hah! kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Oww, the speed-jive
Don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five

Lucy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddies got zits from pickin' up the stars from his face, uh
Funky little bolt-rays
Oh, television man is crazy
Singin' we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh, man, I need t.v.
[yeah] when I've got T-Rex
Brother, you guess [yeah]
I'm a dude, babe

All the young dudes (, yeah)
carry the news (, yeah)
Boog-a-loo dudes
carry the news


Now Jimmy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team, and
We can love
Oh, yes!, we can love
Brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, uh
We never got it off on that revolution stuff, and
It was such a drag
Too many snags
Oh, I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is this, uh, concrete all around, or is, uh
[yeah...] in my head?
Brother, you guessed [yeah...]
Well, I'm a dude, man


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