This one is mainly for the members of my missional community (read: church house group) who are mostly based in Dennistoun, eighth coolest neighbourhood in the world, according to Time Out. We sometimes call it “the Den” for short. I have a habit of changing the lyrics of songs, as my nieces can testify, so here is my alternative version of Freddy Mercury’s Living on my Own. If you’re not familiar with the song, there’s a lyrics video at the end.
Living in the Den
Sometimes I’m walking along Duke Street’s main drag
So many tanning shops and electric fags
It’s still needy, still seedy, places in the Den
Sometimes I feel I’m always walking too fast
I’m over-caffeinated meeting my pals
For coffee, so much coffee, living in the Den
[Chorus]
Dee do de, de, dee do de, de
I don’t have no time for the wait at Tibo’s
Dee do de, de, dee do de, de
I get so hungry, hungry, hungry
Living in the Den
Sometimes I feel nobody gives me no warning
Crossing the road with their heads in their phones, in a dreamworld
It’s not easy, driving in the Den
[Chorus]
Dee, do de, de, dee do de, de
Don’t step where that dog’s done its business
Dee do de, de, dee do de, de
It gets so smelly, smelly, smelly yeah
Got to be some parking ahead
[Optional verse for wannabe Dennistoun residents]
Sure you can say that Brigton’s Dennistoun South,
But cross the river and that isn’t allowed,
It’s not bougie, not bougie, living in Ruglen.
[Chorus]
Dee do de, de, dee do de, de
Is there room for one more sourdough business?
Dee do de, de, dee do de, de
It gets so bougie, bougie, bougie, yeah,
Got to be some hipsters need fed
Living in the Den
K C Murdarasi 
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