"All The Young Dudes" lyrics

Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Sweet jive, don't wanna stay alive
When you're twenty-five
Now Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks & Sparks
And Freddy's getting spots from pulling off the stars
From his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy, says we're juvenile delinquent wrecks, oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Who needs TV when I've got T. Rex?
Brother, you guessed
I'm a dude, dad

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

Lucy looks real sweet 'cause he dressed like a queen
Can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team
But we can love
Yeah, we can love
Now my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
Such a drag
Too many little snags
Well, I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed, oh
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh) Is that concrete all around, or is it in my head?
Brother, you guessed
I'm a doomed dad

All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news

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Stand up
Come on
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Sweet jive, don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five