Hale To the Man Who Lives Alone

No one to tell him if he's wrong
It's cool, he lives alone
Nothing to worry 'bout, he's on his own
Hail to the man that lives alone

Named no woman, got no wife
Stays available for the good life
Always look at something new
What kinds of trouble he can get into
So he calls a friend again
"What time do you have to begin
How about a little night of sin?"
Hail to the man that lives alone

He'll be making his own coffee, doing his own shirts
...cooking...
He'll be takin' care of business, right or wrong
...being alone

No one to tell when he's wrong
He's cool, he lives alone
His only problem is his own
Hail to the man that lives alone

So he calls up a friend, again
"Where's the party - how do I get in?"
Always ready, up and gone
Strange for a man who wants to live alone

And when he's old and tryin' to score
He has noticed it isn't there no more
And he's sitting, wondering why he's alone
Looking at it all...
Hail to the man who lives alone