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D Dmaj7
Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
Bm D/A
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
F#m A Asus4 A
Speed jive, don't wanna stay alive when you're twenty-five
D Dmaj7
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Mark's & Sparks and
Bm D/A
Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars
F#m A Asus4 A
From his face - a funky little boat race
PRE-Chorus:
Em Em7
The television man is crazy
F# Bm
sayin' we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
G D A Asus4 A
Oooh, man, I need a TV when I've got T. Rex
Oh brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude yeah
{In the Chorus, the words in ( ) is the stuff that
the lead singer's saying.}
Chorus: {see below for the electric guitar}
D Dmaj7 Bm
All the young dudes (hey, dudes)
D/A Am
Carry the news (where are ya?)
Am7/G F
Boogaloo dudes (stand up, c'mon)
C G C A D
Carry the news
D Dmaj7 Bm
All the young dudes (I wanna hear you)
D/A Am
Carry the news (I wanna see you)
Am7/G F
Boogaloo dudes (I wanna talk to you, all of you)
C G C A D
Carry the news
What the electric guitar is doing in the Chorus is basically
just picking out the bass line. If you're playing this in a
band with an electric, the electric should play this:
Chorus-RIFF:
D Dmaj7 Bm D/A Am Am7/G
E|---------------------------------------------------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------------|
G|---------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---------------------------------------------------------------|
A|--5---------4---------2---------0---------0--------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------3----------|
F C G C A D
E--------------------------------------|
B--------------------------------------|
G--------------------------------------|
D--------------------------------------|
A-------------3---------2---3---4---5--|
E---1----------------------------------|
VERSE 2: {play like verse 1}
Lucy's looking sweet, coz he dresses like a queen,
but he can kick like a mule, its a real mean team
But we can love, oh yes, 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
PRE-Chorus: {play like first pre-Chorus}
Well I drunk a lotta wine and I'm feelin' fine
Gonna race some cat to bed
Is that concrete all around or is it in my head?
Yeah, I'm a dude yeah
Written by David Robert Jones