I Live Alone

Parody of “Boulevard of Broken Dreams”, words by Billie Joe Armstrong , music by Green Day

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Parody lyrics ©7/27/2013 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.

I lived in one of the cooperatively-run student houses in for my senior year in college, and then in three group households for ten years afterward. I still regret choosing dorms over co-ops as a sophomore and junior, and I miss having housemates — but not nearly as much as I thought I would. I don’t miss having to leave the kitchen ready for housemates to use, the conflicts between one housemate’s desire for lots of land way up in the hills versus my own desire to walk to work, or all the other inevitable arguments that come with shared resources. There don’t seem to be many songs celebrating the upside of living alone, so I decided to write one. (Well, OK, I never really decide to write a song. The truth is that I got really into “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” and couldn’t help write some kind of parody of it, so I decided to steer it toward that subject.)

I hate to clean my home.
Been years now since my bathroom faucets shone.
Though I know that’s gross,
It doesn’t bother me and I live alone.

I chose the perfect street,
Near where I work and where I like to eat.
I never wipe my feet,
But no one can complain ’cause I live alone.

I live alone
I live alone
I live alone
I live a...

Chorus: My power bills are always promptly paid off.
My shower’s filthy, like the floors and counters.
No time to clean, and I can make that tradeoff,
Now that I live alone.

I’d say the ah-ah’s are an optional arrangement decision:

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

No need to draw the line
That divides the bedroom in my mind,
When both sides are mine,
And all this shit is mine ‘cause I live alone.

And when I take a drink,
I stick the bottle right back in the fridge.
And those hairs in the sink?
I know they’re only mine ’cause I live alone.

I live alone
I live alone
I live alone
I live a...

Chorus: No spoiled meat will ever foul my kitchen.
My toilet seat stays in the raised position.
I stay up late without my housemates bitching,
Now that I live alone.

And though I once was reared
To make my bed and organize my gear,
Check my title here:
I own my own damn home and I live alone.