David Bowie All The Young Dudes

Tom: A (intro) D D7M Billy rapped all night about his suicide Bm Bm7 How he’d kick it in the head when he was twenty-five Gbm 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 Gbm A From his face, funky little boat race Em Oh! the television man is crazy Gb Bm Saying we’re all juvenile delinquent wrecks G D A Oh but man, I need TV now there’s no T Rex A7sus4 Brother you guessed... I’m a dude, yeah! Refrão (2x) D D7M Bm Bm7 All the Young Dudes Carry the News Am Am7 F C G C A D Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News Now Mary looks sweet, cos he dresses like a queen But 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 the revolution stuff What a drag – too many snags Em Well I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine Gb Bm Gotta race some cat to bed G D A Is this concrete all around or is it in my head? A7sus4 Brother you’ve guessed, that I’m a dude yeah! Refrão...