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Oh, Billy rapped all night 'bout suicide That he'd kick it in the head when he was 25 Hey child, you don't wanna be alive, when you're 25 And Lucy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars She's got zits on her face from licking off stars The little golden race, oh yeah And television man is crazy Says I'm a juvenile delinquent wreck Well, I don't need TV, I got T. Rex Oh yeah, every dude now All the young dudes Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh Carry the news I wanna hear ya All the young dudes (hey you) Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh Carry the news Oh looking so sweet, dressed like a queen She could kick like a mule, it's a real mean team But we can love, oh love Well, my brother's at home, Beatles and Stones Never got off on the revolution stuff It's such a drag, such a drag I drunk a lot of wine, I'm feeling fine Gonna wreck this town tonight Is it concrete all around me, or is it in my head? Oh-huh-huh-huh, yeah, I'm a dude now All the young dudes (hey you) Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh Carry the news (that's right, hey you) All the young dudes (I wanna talk to you) Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh (I wanna talk to you) Carry the news (stand up, that's right) All the young dudes Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh Carry the news (yes, 'cause if you ever wanna talk to...) All the young dudes Carry the news Oo-oo-oo-ooh Carry the news
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