Ok, here we go. This is my first post, so deep breaths. This is quite tricky to play in parts. It's based on the 'David Live' version - as I don't have a copy of Mott the Hopple! Have fun. Comments corrections etc, mail me.
All the Young Dudes David Bowie
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty five,
speed ive, don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five.
And Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars, and
Freddies got spots from rippin' off the stars from his face
(funky little boat race)
The television man is crazy saying were juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man I need TV when I got T.Rex -
Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dad.
Chorus
Ah all the young dudes
carry the news
boogaloo dudes
carry the news
All the young dudes
carry the news
boogaloo dudes
carry the news
Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen,
but he can kick like mule it's 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 all that revolution stuff
what a drag, - too many snags.
Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine -
got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around