Owww-wooo

Ahhh-ohhh

Owww

Woo-woo-woo-woo wii-wii-wii

Now, Billy rapped all night about his suicide

Hah! kick it in the head when he was twenty-five

Oww, the speed-jive

Don't want to stay alive when you're twenty-five



Lucy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars

Freddies got zits from pickin' up the stars from his face, uh

Funky little bolt-rays

Oh, television man is crazy

Singin' we're juvenile delinquent wrecks

[Eii-yii-yii-yii-yii]

Oh, man, I need t.v.

[yeah] when I've got T-Rex

Brother, you guess [yeah]

I'm a dude, babe



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All the young dudes (, yeah)

carry the news (, yeah)

Boog-a-loo dudes

carry the news



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Now Jimmy looks sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen

But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team, and

We can love

Oh, yes!, we can love

Brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones, uh

We never got it off on that revolution stuff, and

It was such a drag

Too many snags

Oh, I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine

Gonna race some cat to bed

[Eii-yii-yii-yii-yii...]

Is this, uh, concrete all around, or is, uh

[yeah...] in my head?

Brother, you guessed [yeah...]

Well, I'm a dude, man



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