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