All The Young Dudes

Bruce Dickinson

Tom: G


INTRO:
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    D       A             Bm7                 D/A
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D|-|----7------9b11b9b11b9--6--7-------7-6b7b6b7b6----|
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G|-|-9-7------------------------------------9-7-------|
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A           D                           A
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
         Bm                             A
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty five,
F#m                               A     
Speed dive, don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five.
    D                             A
And Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars, and
Bm                       A                            F#m
Freddie's got spots from rippin' off the stars from his face
              A
(Funky little boat race)
    Em                                  F#7                Bm
The television man is crazy saying were juvenile delinquent wrecks
   G            D          Asus4    A
Oh man I need TV when I got T.Rex 
        A
Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dad
Chorus:
D  A                   Bm7
Ah all the young dudes
  A               Am
Carry the news
G                 F
Boogaloo dudes
C/E               Bm C A D
Carry the news
A                     Bm7
All the young dudes
  A               Am
Carry the news
G                 F
Boogaloo dudes
C/E               Bm C A
Carry the news
A           D                           A
Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen,
         Bm                                A
But he can kick like mule it's a real mean team,
F#m                               A
But we can lovE|- oh yes we can love.
    D                             A
And my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones,
Bm                        A                F#m
We never got it off on all that revolution stuff
              A
What a drag, - too many snags.
    Em                          F#7                Bm
Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine 
   G                    D                  Asus4     A
Got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around
        A
Or is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad.
** Chorus