Well, Billy rapped all night
About his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head
When he was twenty five
Speed jive
Don't wanna stay alive
When you're twenty five
And Wendy's stealing clothes
From unlocked cars
And Freddie's got spots
From rippin' off the stars
From his face
(Funky little bolt rays)
The television man is crazy
Saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks
Oh man who needs TV
When I got T Rex
Oh brother you guessed
I'm a dude dad
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 looks sweet
'Cause he's dressed like a queen
But he can kick like a mule
Yeah, it's a real mean scene
But we can really really love
Oh, yes, we can love
My brother's back home
With his Beatles and Stones
We never got off
On that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many snags
I drunk a lot of wine
And I'm feeling fine
I've got to race some cat to bed
Oh is there concrete all 'round
Or is it just in my head?
I'm a dude, dad
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news |
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