Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kick it in the
Head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five

Wendy's stealing clothes from
Marks and Sparks
And Freedy's got spots from ripping off
The stars from his face
Funky little boat race

Now television man is crazy saying
We're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex
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

Now Jimmy looks sweet though he
Dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
But we can love we can love
And my brother's back at home with
His Beatles and his Stones

We never got it off on that revolution stuff
It was such a drag too many snags
Well I've drunk a lot of
Wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed

Is there concrete all around me
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

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

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Writer(s): David Bowie