"He was a most peculiar man" That's what Mrs. Riordan says, 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 Oh no, he was a most peculiar man Most peculiar, most peculiar man He died last Saturday He shut his eyes 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 soon And all the people said "What a shame that he's dead But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"