All The Young Dudes Songtext

Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he kicked it in the head When he was twenty-five Hey child you don't want to be alive When you're twenty-five And Lucy's stealing clothes From unlocked cars She's got rips on her fingers From picking off stars From little Jimmy's face And the television man is crazy Says I'm a juvenile delinquent wreck Don't need a TV When I've got T-rex Every dude now All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news I wanna hear ya' Hear ya All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news Looking so sweet Dressed like a queen She can kick like a mule It's a real mean team But we can love, oh we can love And my brothers at home With his Beatles and Stones We never got it off On that revolution stuff It's such a drag, such a drag Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Gonna wreak this town tonight Is it concrete all around me Or is it in my head I'm a dude All the young dudes Carry the news Boogaloo dudes Carry the news . . .