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.}

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