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Date: Thu, 5 Oct 1995 23:12:23 -0400
From: [email protected] (Christopher Doll, Esquire)
Subject: TAB:  by 

All of my postings were picked out by ear, so if you see of any mistakes, 
please mail me. I have posted them because I can't really agree with the 
previous postings.

The Mott the Hoople version from 1972 was recorded in D mor. Bowie's 
studio version from 1973 (now available on RarestOneBowie) is in between C 
and B mor (I think), probably because of the playback speed. I'm not sure 
about available live recordings by either artists. The lyrics between the 
two studio versions vary slightly - Bowie's lyrics are used here; however, I 
chose to write the music in D mor rather than get involved with the C 
mor/B mor deal.

In D mor:

        The first four measures of the verse contain an ascending D mor 
scale down to A. The beginning of each measure gets one note. 


VERSE 
D                                               Dm7
Billy rapped all night about his suicide, how he

Bm                                              Bm7
kick it in the head when he was twenty-five.

#Fm                                                A
Don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five.

(Same)
Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars and
Freddy's got spots from ripping off stars
from his face - a funky little boat race.

BRIDGE
Em
The television man is crazy sayin' we're

#F                        Bm
juvenile deliquent wrecks.

G                             D
Well, man, I need a TV when I've got

A
T. Rex. Hey, brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude.


REFRAIN
D                     Dm7
                        All the young dudes

Bm                   Bm7
                        Carry the ne--

Am                    Am7
--ews)               Boogaloo dudes

F                      C
                        Carry the ne--

G         C         A         into the next D
--ews

VERSE
Now Lucy's looking sweet, though he dresses like a queen, he can
kick like a mule, its a real mean team.
We can love, 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.

BRIDGE
Well I drunk a lotta wine and I'm feelin' fine -
gonna race some cat to bed. Is this
concrete all around or is it
in my head? Oh, Brother, ya guessed - I'm a dude.

REFRAIN
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news



From: [email protected] (Dr A.D. Walmsley)

Ok, here we go. This is my first post, so deep breaths. This is quite
tricky to play in parts. It's based on the 'David Live' version - as
I don't have a copy of Mott the Hopple! Have fun. Comments corrections
etc, mail me.

 All the Young Dudes
 David Bowie

A     D      A/#C
Well, Billy rapped all night about his suicide
 Bm     D/A
How he'd kick it in the head when he was twenty five,
#Fm      A 
speed ive, don't wanna stay alive when your twenty five.
    D      A/#C
And Wendy's stealing clothes from unlocked cars, and
Bm   D/A          #Fm
Freddies got spots from rippin' off the stars from his face
      A
(funky little boat race)
    Em     #F7     Bm
The television man is crazy saying were juvenile deliquent wrecks
   G  D    A(sus4) A
Oh man I need TV when I got T.Rex - 
 A
Oh brother you guessed, I'm a dude dad.

Chorus
D  A/#C        Bm7
Ah all the young dudes
D/A    Am
carry the news
G    F
boogaloo dudes
C/E    Bm C A/#C D
carry the news
A/#C    Bm7
All the young dudes
D/A    Am
carry the news
G    F
boogaloo dudes
C/E    Bm C A/#C
carry the news

Lucy looking sweet 'cos he dresses like a queen,

but he can kick like mule it's a real mean team,

but we can love - oh yes we can love.

And my brothers back at home with his Beatles and his Stones,

we never got it off on all that revolution stuff

what a drag, - too many snags.

Now I drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine -

got to race some cat to bed - oh is there concrete all around

or is it it my head - Yeah I'm a dude dad.

repeat chorus.


Posted by

A.D. Walmsley
1993

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