14 August 2013

VINTAGE (CLVI)
 
Mott The Hoople - "All The Young Dudes" 
(D. Bowie)



Well 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 
And Wendy's stealing clothes from marks and sparks 
And Fredy'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 guessed I'm a dude dad

All the young dudes (hey dudes) 
Carry the news (where are ya) 
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 

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 
We never got it off on 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 
Yeah I'm a dude dad 

All the young dudes...

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