Original lyrics

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Billy rapped all night about his suicide How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-five Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face A funky little boat race The television man is crazy Saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks Man, I need a T.V. when I've got T-Rex Hey, brother, you guessed I'm a dude All the young dudes Carry the news Booga-loo, dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Booga-loo, dudes Carry the news Now Jimmy's looking sweet, though he dresses like a queen He can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team We can love, 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 Well, I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Gonna race some cat to bed Is this concrete all around, or is it in my head? Oh, brother, you guessed I'm a dude All the young dudes Carry the news Booga-loo, dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Booga-loo, dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Booga-loo, dudes Carry the news All the young dudes Carry the news Booga-loo, dudes Carry the news