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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.
The warm summer breezes, the French wine and cheeses put his ambition at bay.
And 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 Kim.
They had a good life, she was a fine wife, and bore him a young son named Jim.
And all of the answers to all of the questions,
he locked in his attic one day.
'Cause he liked the quiet, clean country living,
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 fallin', he was recallin' answers he'd 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.
He's writing his memoirs, losing his hearing,
but he don't care what most people say.
Through Eighty Six years of prepetual 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.
He went to Paris lookin' for answers,
that bothered him so.