According to the columnists, a rumour somehow still persists That a certain gentleman and I have named a date which I must deny. He’s rich & handsome & gallant & everything a girl could want But I’ve learned my lesson and anyhow- I like the way I’m living now. Cos I’m a one ticket gal, free as the breeze, I go where I like, I do as I please. When I lock up my apartment, I’ve got all the keys, I’m living alone & I like it.
If I wanna play gin, I stay up & I play gin, I come home when I want to & when I walk in, There’s nobody growling at me ‘Where the hell have you been?’ I’m living alone & I like it. I’m a single bed, one pillow Mamma, & there’s no Papa sober or stewed, Who comes home late to shake me & nudge me & wake me, To get up & make whoopee when I’m not in the mood. If I wanna have some fun, if I get bothered & hot, I phone one of those ‘tall dark handsomes’ that I’ve got, if it costs me a twenty or a fifty, so what? I’m living alone & I like it
No man buys my dresses or pays for my minks, if I get a new hat trimmed with posies & pinks, There’s no darling husband yelling at me ‘Take it off! It stinks!’ I buy it, I wear it & I like it.
If I should go out riding with some nice young man & he makes a pass- I don’t have to say ‘Yes’, I don’t have to take any of his sass- car belongs to me, I’m paying for the gas. He can get right outta the car, if he don’t like it. When my gentleman friend comes up to my house for dinner & it’s very late when we finish with the wine, if in the morning I make him eggs & bacon- it ain’t nobody’s business but mine.
As you already know, I’ve had three matrimonial wrecks & there’s not gonna be any fourth Mr Ex & I’ll have you know I won’t won’t sign anymore alimony cheques- I’m living alone & like it!'