Lyrics All the Young Dudes Mott the Hoople

Well billy rapped all night about his suicide, How he kick it in the head when he was twenty five Speed jive, don't wanna stay alive When you're twenty five And Wendy's stealing clothes from marks & sparks And freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars From his face a funky little boat race The television man is crazy sayin' we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Oooh, man, I need a TV when I've got T. Rex Oh brother, ya guessed I'm a dude yeah All the young dudes (hey, dudes) Carry the news (where are ya?) Boogaloo dudes (stand up, c'mon) Carry the news All the young dudes (I wanna hear you) Carry the news (I wanna see you) Boogaloo dudes (I wanna talk to you, all of you) Carry the news Now Lucy looks sweet cause he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule its a real mean team But we can love oh yes we can love And my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuff What a drag too many snags Now I've drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Got to race some cat to bed Oh is there concrete all around Or is it in my head 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