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?