Something of a Loner

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 Pol 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 than pass 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