He was a most peculira man
   That's what Mrs. Riordon 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 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 on the gas
   And he went to sleep
   With the windos closed
   So he'd never wake up
   To his silent world and his tiny room
   And Missus Riordon 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...?"