He Went to Paris

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by Jimmy Buffett





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, those french wines and cheeses

Put his ambitions at bay

The summers and winters scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away



So 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 to all of the questions

He locked in his attic one day

He liked the quiet, clean country living

And twenty more years slipped away



But 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

The tears were a falling, and he was recalling

The answers he never found

So he hopped on a freighter, sailed across the ocean

And left England without a sound



Now he lives in the islands, fishing the pylons

And drinks his green label each day

Writing his memoirs, losing his hearing

And 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 and some of it's tragic

But I had a good life all the way



And he went to to Paris, looking for answers

To questions that bothered him so