Iâm telling you all, the cause is a lust for cool, hip, and jive. After you listen to âAll the Young Dudes,â listen to this other by Mott the Hoople:
Hymn for the Dudes
God ainât jive
For I can see his love
As it runs alive
And one by one
Through fields of rusted wire
The war has just begun
Ohhhhh
Cross over shame like the wise dove
Who cares not for fame, just for shy love
And rejoice for the king ainât lost his throne, oh no
Heâs still here, you are not alone
Correct your heads
For thereâs a new song rising
High above the waves
Go write your time
Go sing it on the streets
Go tell the world, but you go brave
Oh my
Sweet instant Christian, you are such a sly clown
Too many questions, no replies now
And rejoice for the king ainât lost his throne, oh no
Heâs still here, you are not alone
I got an idea
Go tell the superstar
All his hairs are turning grey
Star-spangled fear
As all the people disappear
The limelight fades away
'Cos if you think you are a star
For so long theyâll come from near and far
But youâll forget just who you are (yes you will)
You-aint-the-naz
Youâre just a buzz
Some kinda temporary
Cross over shame
Like the wise dove
Who cares not for fame
Just for shy love
Ohhhhh
My sweet instant Christian, you are such a sly clown
Too many questions, no replies now
And rejoice for the king ainât lost his throne. oh no
Heâs still here, and you are not alone
You are not alone