We ve got a place that we can call our own
We ve got a place we rent and live there all alone
We ve got a kitchen no one ever sees
The pizza man knows that we tip for extra cheese
We ve got a chef, his name is Boy-ar-dee
We wash his meals down with shots and a forty
No plants to water, we don t own a broom
I think next month we will sublet the dining room


Martha Stewart hates our new decor
We match a sofa to a stain that s on the floor
And all the married kids, they think it s sad
Living out our days in a bachelor pad


It s Friday night and I m alone again
I saw the floor once but I don t know when
Empty bottles stacked on dirty socks
My last six meals came out of a can or box
We bounced the rent check and the landlord s pissed
We made the Health Department s Ten Most Wanted List
Another ordinary bachelor night
Inflate my girlfriend, go to bed, turn out the light


I wanna live all by myself
I don t want you
To be there next to me
I wanna live alone
All by myself
Without you