All the Young Dudes (David Bowie/Ian Hunter vocals) Mott the Hoople

[Verse 1: David Bowie]
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he reached twenty-five
That speed jive, don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks & Sparks
And Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Eh, man, I need a TV when I've got T-Rex
Hey mister, you guessed
I'm a dude, dad

[Chorus: Mott The Hoople, (Ian Hunter)]
All the young dudes (Hey, dudes!)
Carry the news (Where are you?)
Boogaloo dudes (Stand up, come on!)
Carry the news
All the young dudes (I want to hear you)
Carry the news (I want to see you)
Boogaloo dudes (And I want to talk to you, all of you!)
Carry the news (Nowwww)

[Verse 2: David Bowie]
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 we've got love
Brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
We never got it off on his revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
Drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Got to race some cat to bed
Is there concrete all around or in my head?
Just in my head?
Yeah, I'm a dude, dad