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
The French wines and cheeses

Put his ambition at bay
And Summers and Winters
Scattered like splinters

And four or five years slipped away.

Then he went to England, played the piano

And married an actress named Kim
They had a good life, she was a good wife
Bore him a young son named Jim.

And all of the answers and all of the questions
He locked in his attic one day
'Cause he liked the quiet clean country living

And twenty more years slipped away.

Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady

And left him with only on eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry.

While the tears were falling, he was recalling
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 pilin's

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 then he'll say
Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic

But I had a good life all the way.

And he went to Paris looking for answers

To questions that bother him so.