He Went To Paris

He went to Paris looking for answers

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

Saving the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes

The French wines and cheeses

Put his ambition at bay

Summers and winters scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away

Then he went to England, played the piano

And married an actress named Kim

They had a fine life, she was a good wife

And bore him a young son named Jim

And all of the answers and all of the questions

He locked in his attic one day

'Cause he liked the quiet, clean country living

And 20 more years slipped away

Well, the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady

And left him with only one eye

His body was battered, his world was shattered

And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were falling, he was recalling

Answers he never found

So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean

And left England without a sound

Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin's

And drinks his green label each day

Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing

But he don't care what most people say

Through 86 years of perpetual motion

If he likes you he'll smile, then he'll say

"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic

But I had a good life all the way"

And he went to Paris looking for answers

To questions that bother him so