All the Young Dudes (feat. Kirsty Rock)

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

And Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars
And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars
From his face
Funky little boat race

Television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh, man, I need TV when I got T-Rex
Oh, brother, you've guessed, I'm a dude

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 Lucy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team
But we can love
Oh yes, we can love

And my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
He never got off on all 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?

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