E|-14------14----12--14--12--14--12--9--10-------10----9--10--9--10--9--7--5--------------------| B|---15------------------------------------12---------------------------------------------------| G|-----14-------------------------------------11------------------------------------------------| D|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|8h9--9--9--9--8--7--5--8h9--9--9--9--7--5--10b12-------------------------------------| B|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D D7M Billy rapped all night about his suicide Bm Bm7 How he’d kick it in the head when he was twenty-five F#m 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 F#m A From his face, funky little boat race Em G Oh! the television man is crazy F# Bm Saying we’re all juvenile delinquent wrecks G D A Oh but man, I need TV now there’s no T Rex A7(4) Brother you guessed... I’m a dude, yeah! [Refrão] D D7M Bm Bm7 All the Young Dudes Carry the News Am Am7 F C G C A D Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News D D7M Bm Bm7 All the Young Dudes Carry the News Am Am7 F C G C A D Boogaloo Dudes Carry the News D D7M Now Mary looks sweet, cos he dresses like a queen Bm Bm7 But he can kick like a mule; it’s a real mean team F#m A We can love, we can love D D7M And my brother’s back at home with his Beatles and his Stones Bm Bm7 We never got it off on the revolution stuff F#m A What a drag – too many snags Em G Well I drunk a lot of wine and I’m feeling fine F# Bm Gotta race some cat to bed G D A Is this concrete all around or is it in my head? A7(4) Brother you’ve guessed, that I’m a dude yeah!