All The Young Dudes by David Bowie [As recorded by Mott the Hoople] Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Speed jive, don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddie's got spots from ripping off the stars From his face, funky little boat race / D Dmaj7 / Bm D/A / F#m - A Asus4-A / : The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oh, man, I need TV when I got T-Rex Oh brother you guessed I'm a dude now / Em Em7 / F# Bm / G D A Asus4-A / A - / {Refrain} All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news All the young dudes, carry the news Boogaloo dudes, carry the news / D Dmaj7 Bm D/A / Am Am7/G F C G A / : Well, Billy's looking sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule it's a real mean team But we can love, oh yes, we can love And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones He never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag, too many snags Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine I'm gonna race some cat to bed Oh, is that concrete all around or is it in my head Yeah, I'm a dude now {Refrain to fade, ad lib.} www.TAB6.com