Lyrics:

There's a man who lives next door
He sleeps down on the kitchen floor
Under a Formica table
The other rooms are filled
With shadows of divorce
He plays his hi fi speakers
With the maximum of force

His sounds are from the sort of past
Where Doris Day
Held sway
There ain't a lot of laughter
There's just the world
- And Arthur

They say he used to supervise
Endless lines of forks and knives
Down in a fading old factory
But came the savage cuts
She left him high and dry
Cinders in the oven
Well she'd seen it in his eyes

His songs are from the sort of scene
Where Howard Keel
Was real
And nothing else came after
There's just the world
- And Arthur

Arthur's world has fallen down
Was it him or just the town?
Don't look like he'll be around
Much longer

His children sometimes come to call
But they can't stay for long at all
They've got the wolves round their doorsteps
They never understood
That life was much too fast
Living like a tortoise
Made all good things last

His mind is from the kind of time
When Frankie Laine
Meant fame
There aren't any green pastures
There's just the world
- And Arthur