He lives alone
In his great big house
With collages on the walls
And cathedral halls

And he eats at a table
With room for eight
And each course is served
On a separate place
And he sits by his pool
And he waters his plants
And he does not dance
He does not dance

He lives alone
In his great big house
With his jacobean chairs
And his marble stairs

And he sleeps in a room
With a dozen locks
And his money is kept
In a cardboard box
Underneath his bed
(With his mother’s ring)
And he will not sing
He will not sing

Nothing burns
In the fire place
Leather bound
Are the books
A silent film star
Lived there once
And a lady comes in
And cooks
And looks after him
(Because he pays her well)

He lives alone
In his great big house
And when his pulse
Begins to pound
At an
Alien sound
Then he calls in a voice
That can’t be heard
To a room down the hall
Where no woman stirred
And he thinks of her
And he wishes her there
And he cannot share
he cannot share

He lives alone
In his great big house
With collages on the walls
And cathedral halls
And he thinks of her
And he wishes her there
And he cannot share
he cannot share
he cannot share
Oh no he cannot share