He went to Paris Looking for answers To questions that bothered him so
He was impressive Young and aggressive Savin' the world on his own But the warm summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put his ambition at bay His summers and winters Scattered like splinters And four to 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 young son named Jim And all of the answers, and all the questions He locked in his attic one day 'Cause he liked the quiet Clean country livin' and Twenty more years slipped away
Well, the war took his baby 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 falling and he was recalling 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 Writing his memoirs Losin' his hearin' But 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, some of it's tragic But I had a good life all of the way."
And he went to Paris Lookin' for answers to questions That bothered him so