He Went To Paris

He went to Paris, lookin' for answers

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

Savin' the world on his own

But the warm summer breezes, the French wine and cheeses

Put his ambition at bay

In summers and winters, he scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away

When he went to England, he 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

Locked in his attic, one day

'Cause he liked the quiet, clean country livin'

And twenty 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 whole world was shattered

And all he could do was just cry

While the tears were a' fallin', he was recallin'

Answers he never found

And so, he hopped on a freighter, and skidded the ocean

And left England without a sound

Now, he lives in the islands, fishes the pylons

And drinks his green label each day

Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'

But he don't care what most people say

Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion

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

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

But I had a good life all the way

When he went to Paris, lookin' for answers

To questions

That bothered him so