A Most Peculiar Man
A Most Peculiar Man (P. Simon, 1965)
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.
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.
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?"
The Savage Beat
And we'd go spinning all around
Find ourselves somewhere in space
I wonder if I'd find my place
Would be beside you or would I be here
Like I am, confused and lonely
If this world should disappear
And then another world appear
Is there the possibility that you
Would still be here with me
Or would I be lonely and unchanged
Like I am, confused and lonely
You make love but still you never
Make love with your heart
Though we're close together
Still I know we're worlds apart
Pleasin' you beacme the most
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