All The Young Dudes
David Bowie Key
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D D7M
Billy rapped all night about his suicide
Bm Bm7
How he’d kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
F#m A
Speed jive, don’t wanna stay alive when I’m twenty-five
D D7M
And Wendy’s stealing clothes from unlocked cars
Bm Bm7
And Freddy’s got scars from ripping the stars
F#m A
From his face, funky little boat race
Em G
Oh! the television man is crazy
F# Bm
Saying we’re all juvenile delinquent wrecks
G D A
Oh but man, I need TV now there’s no T Rex
A7(4)
Brother you guessed... I’m a dude, yeah!
Chorus
D D7M Bm Bm7
All the Young Dudes Carry the News
Am Am7 F C G C A D
Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News
D D7M Bm Bm7
All the Young Dudes Carry the News
Am Am7 F C G C A D
Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News
D D7M
Now Mary looks sweet, cos he dresses like a queen
Bm Bm7
But he can kick like a mule; it’s a real mean team
F#m A
We can love, we can love
D D7M
And my brother’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones
Bm Bm7
We never got it off on the revolution stuff
F#m A
What a drag – too many snags
Em G
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine
F# Bm
Gotta race some cat to bed
G D A
Is this concrete all around or is it in my head?
A7(4)
Brother you’ve guessed, that I’m a dude yeah!
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