| D | Dmaj7 | |
| Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he |
| bm | bm7 | |
| kick it in the head when he was twenty-five. |
| f#m A |
| Don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five. |
| (Same) |
| Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars and |
| Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars |
| from his face - a funky little boat race. |
| BRIDGE |
| em |
| The television man is crazy sayin' we're |
| F# | bm | |
| juvenile deliquent wrecks. |
| G | D | |
| Well, man, I need a TV when I' | ve got |
| A | |
| T. Rex. Hey, brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude. |
| REFRAIN |
| D | Dmaj7 | |
| All the young dudes |
| bm | bm7 | |
| Carry the ne-- |
| am | am7 | |
| --ews) B | oogaloo dudes |
| F | C | |
| Carry the ne-- |
| G C A into the next D |
| --ews |
| VERSE |
| Now Lucy's looking sweet, though he dresses like a queen, he can |
| kick like a mule, its 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. |
| BRIDGE |
| Well I drunk a lotta wine and I'm feelin' fine - |
| gonna race some cat to bed. Is this |
| concrete all around or is it |
| in my head? Oh, Brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude. |
| REFRAIN |
| All the young dudes |
| Carry the news |
| Boogaloo dudes |
| Carry the news |
| From: walmsley@liverpool.ac.uk (Dr A.D. Walmsley) |
| Ok, here we go. This is my first post, so deep breaths. This is quite |
| tricky to play in parts. It's based on the 'David Live' version - as |
| I don't have a copy of Mott the Hopple! Have fun. Comments corrections |
| etc, mail me. |
| All the Young Dudes |
| David Bowie |
| A | D | A/C# | |
| Well, Billy | rapped all night about his s | uicide |
| Bm | D/A | |
| How he'd | kick it in the head when he was | twenty five, |
| F#m | A | |
| speed ive, don't wanna stay alive | when your twenty five. |
| D | A/C# | |
| And | Wendy's stealing clothes from | unlocked cars, and |
| Bm | D/A | F#m | |
| Freddies got spots from | rippin' off the stars from his | face |
| A | |
| (funky little | boat race) |
| Em | F#7 | Bm | |
| The | television man is crazy saying were | juvenile deliquent | wrecks |
| G | D | Asus4 | A | |
| Oh | man I need TV | when I got | T.Rex - |
| A | |
| Oh broth | er you guessed, I'm a dude dad. |
| Chorus |
| D | A/C# | Bm7 | |
| Ah | all the young dudes |
| D/A | Am | |
| carry the news |
| G | F | |
| boogaloo dudes |
| C/E | Bm | C | A/C# | D | |
| carry the news |
| A/C# | Bm7 | |
| All the young dudes |
| D/A | Am | |
| carry the news |
| G | F | |
| boogaloo dudes |
| C/E | Bm | C | A/C# | |
| carry the news |
| Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen, |
| but he can kick like mule it's a real mean team, |
| but we can love - oh yes we can love. |
| And my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, |
| we never got it off on all that revolution stuff |
| what a drag, - too many snags. |
| Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine - |
| got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around |
| or is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad. |
| repeat chorus. |
| Posted by |
| A.D. Walmsley |
| 1993 | |
| e-mail walmsley@uk.ac.liverpool |