"It's funny you're asking. He lived down the stairs.
The day he moved in was like musical chairs!
His accent was strong; he was a Pole or a Czech
And I know that he had a tattoo on his neck.
Well, as far as we heard, he had reasonable health.
But you know how it is, he kept himself to himself.
But I can only tell you what I've said to the press.
He always was something of a loner, I guess."
"Why all the interest? He lived two doors down.
If I'm honest, he always looked a little run down.
His hair was all straggly and it got in the way.
We never did more'n pa** the time of the day.
And I think he had some little mark or tattoo?
But I really can't swear, and it might be untrue.
And anyway, how come you got this address?
He always was something of a loner, I guess."
"Oh, it must be ten years. He was here when we came.
He lived in the flats. No, I don't know his name.
He always wore medals. We thought he was weird,
And the kids, well, whenever they saw him they jeered.
I think it was maybe that stupid tattoo.
I must say, all this has come out of the blue.
It's really turned into one hell of a mess.
He always was something of a loner, I guess.
"I mean, I've a tattoo but his, it was strange.
It was way, way outside of the usual range.
I mean, mine it says 'Mam' and hers says 'Charlene',
But his – to be honest, we weren't really keen.
It was like a red star and it grew by degrees
With a bubble attached saying 'Talk To Me Please!'
I'm sorry it's all happened, nevertheless.
He always was something of a loner, I guess.
"Seems he'd been in the water for several weeks.
There wasn't much left, but they have their techniques.
They used DNA and they looked at his teeth.
Oh, we all got together and paid for a wreath.
You know, sometimes at night, he'd just stand in the street
And he'd look up and down and he'd shuffle his feet.
But I can only tell you what I've said to the press.
He always was something of a loner, I guess."