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