All the young dudes
David Bowie

Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he’d kick it in the head when he was twenty-five ... speedjive
Don’t wanna stay alive when you’re twenty-five

Lucy’s stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Freddie’s got zits from ripping off the scars - from his face
Funky little boat race

Oh the television man is crazy,
Saying we’re juvenile and delinquent wrecks
Oh man I need 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’s looking sweet, cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule like it’s a real mean machine
But we can love, oh yes, we can love

And my brother’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it of on that revolution stuff
What a drag, too many snags

Now, I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around, or is it in my head
Brother, you’ve guessed - Yeah 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

All the young dudes carry the news
Boogaloo dudes carry the news
All the young dudes carry the news
Boogaloo dudes carry the news