| Lyrics: | He was A Most Peculiar Man.
That's what Mrs. Riordan said and she should know;
She lived
upstairs from him
She said he was A Most Peculiar Man.
He was A Most Peculiar
Man.
The 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.
He died last Saturday.
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. Riordan 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 |
