He was a most peculiar man.
That's what Mrs. Lyndon says
and she should know she lives 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 frends. 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 on the gas, and he went to sleep.
But the window was closed,
So he never waked up
to his silent world and his tiny room.
And Mrs. Lyndon said he had 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?"