Lyrics: Chris Lowe/Neil Tennant
Music: Chris Lowe/David Bowie/Neil Tennant
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-five
Speed jive, don't want to stay alive
When you're twenty-five
And Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks & Sparks
And Freddy's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Funky little boat race
Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks
Oh, man, I need TV when I've got T.Rex
Brother, you guessed
I'm a dude, dad
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news
Now Lucy's looking sweet cause she dresses like a queen
But she can kick like a mule, it's a real mean team
But we can love
Oh yeah, 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
(All the young dudes) I want to hear you
(Carry the news) I want to see you
(Boogaloo dudes) And I want to relate to you
(Carry the news)
Hey you
You with the glasses
I want you
Sometimes you're better off dead
There's a gun in your hand it's pointing at your head
You think you're mad, too unstable
Kicking in chairs and knocking down tables
In a restaurant in a West End town
Call the police, there's a mad man around
Running down underground
To a dive bar in a West End town
In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
In a West End town, a dead end world
The East End boys and West End girls
West End girls
West End girls
Girls
West End girls
How far have you been?
And East End boys
Boys
How far have you been?
West End girls
West End girls
Programming: Chris Lowe/Neil Tennant