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