We are going to paris

In a ship with red sails

As the storm gathers slowly

We eat fishheads and snails



The mate jumps up, throws down a line

To a man overboard for the ninetieth time

And then he says with a wink

"sometimes i think

I've been doing this forever!"



We are going to paris

In a ship called the ??

There are signs in the sky at night

That the captain says he's seen



I keep books under my pillow

And read them before i sleep

Strange places i go to,

Strange companies i keep



We are going to paris

We are one and thirty strong

I can feel it in the air

We'll be there before long



The wind has come

Like a man insane, insane

We are going to paris

It rains and it rains



We are going to paris

In a ship with red sails

We are going to paris

In a ship with red sails


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