All The Young Dudes

INTRO:
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A           D                    
Well, Billy rapped all night 
       A
about his suicide
         Bm                        
How he'd kick it in the head when 
     A
he was twenty five,
F#m                               
Speed dive, don't wanna stay alive 
A
when your twenty five.
    D                             
And Wendy's stealing clothes from 
A
unlocked cars, and
Bm                       A       
Freddie's got spots from rippin' 
                     F#m
off the stars from his face
              A
(Funky little boat race)
    Em                             
The television man is crazy saying 
     F#7                Bm
were juvenile delinquent wrecks
   G            D          Asus4 
Oh man I need TV when I got T.Rex
   A

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        A
Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude 
dad
Chorus:
D  A                   Bm7
Ah all the young dudes
  A               Am
Carry the news
G                 F
Boogaloo dudes
C/E               Bm C A D
Carry the news
A                     Bm7
All the young dudes
  A               Am
Carry the news
G                 F
Boogaloo dudes
C/E               Bm C A
Carry the news
A           D                    
Lucy looking sweet 'cos he 
       A
dresses like a queen,
         Bm                     
But he can kick like mule it's a 
           A
real mean team,
F#m                           
But we can lovE|- oh yes we can 
    A
love.
    D                             
And my brothers back at home with 
A
his Beatles and his Stones,
Bm                        A  
We never got it off on all that 
              F#m
revolution stuff
              A
What a drag, - too many snags.
    Em                          
Now I drunk a lot of wine and 
F#7                Bm
I'm feeling fine
   G                    D         
Got to race some cat to bed - oh 
         Asus4     A
is there concrete all around
        A
Or is it it my head - Yeah I'm a 
dude dad.
** Chorus