When we were growing up, there was a lot of great bands around
Uh, for me, one of the best bands that there
Was ever was a band called Mott The Hoople
And, uh, we'd like to bring on the, uh, the leader
Of that band, who's, uh, went on to have a wonderful
Solo career, is gonna do a song with us, Mr
Ian Hunter
Billy Webb told Art about his suicide
How he'd kick it in the head when he reached 25
Speed jive
I wanna stay alive when you're 25
And Winnie's stealing clothes from house to house
And Willie's got spots from ripping off the stars from his face
Fucking hell, they all look great
The television man is crazy
Same with you but not me
Liquid rats, O.M., I need TV
When I got T.V.
I'd rather you dead than live today
All the young dudes
Hey, dudes
Carry the news
Are you still around?
Put the new dues
Carry the news
Let's have a look out
All the young dudes
I wanna hear you
Carry the news
I wanna see you
Put the new dues
I wanna know
Carry the news
Now
She looks sweet 'cause she dresses like a queen
But she can kick like a mule
It's a real mean team
But we can love
You better believe it
And the brothers back at home
With your Beatles and your Stones
We never got it off on that revolution stuff
What a drag
Too many fags
Yeah
I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine
I gotta write some cat to bed
Oh, what a drag
Is there concrete all around or is it in my head?
Or rather you did
Now, I'll undo the deed
All the young dudes
Hey, dudes
Carry the news
How you doing, all right?
Put the new dues
And don't scare me out
Carry the news
All the young dudes
I wanna hear you
Carry the news
I wanna see you
Put the new dues
I don't wanna feel used, yeah
Carry the news
Fourth place, this is where are we anyway?
All the young dudes
Carry the news
They got pigs here
Put the new dues
And tigers
Fucking hell
Carry the news
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right
Come on
Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow
Ladies and gentlemen, Ian Hunter
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