He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Riordan
said and she should know
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was a most
peculiar man
He was a most peculiar man
He lived all alone
within a house
Within a room, within himself
A most peculiar man
He had no friends
he seldom spoke
And no one in turn
ever spoke to him
Cause he wasn't
friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them
Oh, no! he was a most
peculiar man
He died last Saturday
He turned the gas
and he went to sleep
With the windows closed
so he'd never wake up
To his silent world
and his tiny room
And Mrs. Riordan
says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon
And all the people said
What a shame that he's dead
But wasn't he a most
peculiar man