Mott The Hoople & David Bowie 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
All that speed jive
Don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-five

Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks & Sparks and
Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Oh the television man is crazy
Saying were juvenile delinquent wrecks
But man I need TV when I got T Rex
Hey mister you guessed
I'm a dude, man

All the young dudes (hey dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya?)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news

All the young dudes (I wanna hear you)
Carry the news (I wanna see you)
Boogaloo dudes (and I wanna talk to you)
Carry the news (all of you)

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 got love
Brother's back at home
With his Beatles and his Stones
We never got if off on that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around?
Or is it in my head?
Just in your head
Yeah I'm a dude, dad

All the young dudes (hey, dudes)
Carry the news (where are ya?)
Boogaloo dudes (stand up)
Carry the news

All the young dudes (I wanna hear you)
Carry the news (I wanna see you)
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news