Lyrics:

Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he kicked it in the head
When he was twenty-five
Hey child you don't want to be alive
When you're twenty-five
And Lucy's stealing clothes
From unlocked cars
She's got rips on her fingers
From picking off stars
From little Jimmy's face
And the television man is crazy
Says I'm a juvenile delinquent wreck
Don't need a TV
When I've got T-rex
Every dude now
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
I wanna hear ya'
Hear ya
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Looking so sweet
Dressed like a queen
She can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
But we can love, oh we can love
And my brothers at home
With his Beatles and Stones
We never got it off
On that revolution stuff
It's such a drag, such a drag
Well I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
Gonna wreak this town tonight
Is it concrete all around me
Or is it in my head
I'm a dude
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news . .