He Went to Paris

Well the war took his baby, bombs killed his lady
The French wines and cheeses
Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing
Answers he never found
He was impressive, young and aggressive
Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion
Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilings

And he went to Paris looking for answers

'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living
His body was battered, his whole world was shattered
The summers and winters, scattered like splinters
And drinks his Green Label each day
Saving world on his own
While the tears were a falling, he was recalling

And all he could do was just cry

All of the answers and all of the questions
They had a fine life, she was a good wife

"Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic
And left him with only one eye
But I had a good life all the way"
And bore him a young son named Jim
Locked in his attic one day
If he likes you, he'll smile and he'll say
And married an actress named Kim
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
Put his ambition at bay
But the warm summer breezes

And left England without a sound
He went to England, played the piano

But he don't care what most people say
And twenty more years slipped away

And four or five years slipped away