A Most Peculiar Man - Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967

He was a most peculiar man
 That's what Mrs. Reardon 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 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. 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?"