He Went To Paris

He went to

Paris, looking for answers

To questions that bothered him so

He was impressive, young and aggressive

Saving world on his own

But the warm summer breezes

The French wines and cheeses

Put his ambition at bay

The summers and winters, scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away

He went to

England, played the piano

And married an actress named

KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wife

And bore him a young son named

JimAll of the answers and all of the questions

Locked in his attic one day'

Cause he liked the quiet clean country living

And twenty more years slipped away

Well the war took his baby, 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 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 pilings

And drinks his

Green Label each day

Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing

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 tragicBut I had a good life all the way"

And he went to

Paris looking for answers

To questions that bothered him so