(D. Bowie)
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Said he could kick it in the head when he was 25
Speed jive, don't wanna stay alive when you're 25
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks
And Freddie's got spots from ripping of the stars
From his face, funky little boat race
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile delequent wrecks
I need TV when I got T-Rex
Oh brother, you guessed I'm a dude now
All the young dudes, carry the news
Bugaloo dudes, carry the news
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, ahh yes, we can love
And my father's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
He never got it off with that "revolution" stuff
What a drag, too many snags
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
I'm gonna raise some kind of bet
Oh man, is this concrete all around or is it in my head?
Brother, I'm a dude now
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comAll the young dudes, carry the news
Bugaloo dudes, carry the news
(fade out)