He was a most peculiar 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...?"
Writer(s): Paul Simon
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