Pete Brown & Phil Ryan - The World and Arthur 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