He was a most peculiar man.
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That's what Mrs. Riordan said
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and she should know;
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She lived upstairs from him
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She said he was a most peculiar man.
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He was a most peculiar man.
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He lived all alone within a house,
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Within a room, within himself,
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A most peculiar man.
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He had no friends, he seldom spoke
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And no one in turn ever spoke to him,
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'Cause he wasn't friendly
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and he didn't care
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And he wasn't like them.
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Oh, no! he was a most peculiar man.
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He died last Saturday.
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He turned on the gas
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and he went to sleep
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With the windows closed
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so he'd never wake up
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To his silent world and his tiny room;
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And Mrs. Riordan says
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he has a brother somewhere
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Who should be notified soon.
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And all the people said,
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"What a shame that he's dead,
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But wasn't he a most peculiar man?"
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A Most Peculiar Man Live
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| Simon And Garfunkel |
