I've been wrapped all night about his suicide I'd kick it in the head when he was twenty-fiveSpeed jive, don't wanna stay alive When you're twenty-fiveI know Eddie's stealing clothes from Marks and Sparks And Freddy's got spots for ripping up the styleFrom his face, the funky little road rageThe television man is crazy Sam with juvenile delinquent RexOh man, I need TV when I got T-RexOh brother, you can't have a good laughAll the young dudes carry the newsAll the new dudes carry the newsAll the young dudes carry the newsAll the new dudes carry the newsHe's in the street cos he dresses like a queen But he can kick like a mule, it's a real mean teamBut we can love, oh yes, we can loveAnd my brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones We never got it off on that revolution stuffWhat a drag, too many snagsI drank a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine Gonna race some cabs to bedOh, is there concrete all around or is it in my head?Yeah, I'm a new manAll the young dudes carry the newsAll the new dudes carry the newsAll the young dudes carry the newsAll the new dudes carry the newsAll the young dudes carry the newsAll the new dudes carry the newsAll the young dudes carry the newsI want you in the frontNowAre you understand?Are you bringing it down?Cos I want itI want it right here, bring it, come onBring itHere you goI've wanted to do this for yearsThere you go