He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Riordan says, 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
Because 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 on 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?"
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