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 Warm summer breezes And french wines and cheeses Put his ambitions at bay 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 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 Locked in his attic one day He liked the quiet Clean country living And twenty more years slipped away Well, the war took his baby Bombs k**ed 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 a' fallin' He was recallin' The answers he 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 pylons And drinks his green label each day He's writing his memoirs And losing his hearing 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 "Jim, some of it's magic And some of it's tragic But I had a good life all the way" He went to Paris Looking for answers To questions that bothered him so