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