He was a most peculiar man

That's what mrs. reardon 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

'cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't

Care

And he wasn't like them

O, no-o-o!

He was a most peculiar man.

He died last sat-ur-day...

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 reardon says he has a brother somewhere!

Who should be notified so-oo-oon...

And all the people said,

What a shame that he's dead,

But wasn't he a most peculiar man?