He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions   That bothered him so   He was impressive, young and aggressive   Savin' the world on his own      Warm summer breezes, French wine and cheeses   Put his ambition at bay   The 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 good life, she was a good wife   And bore him a young son named Jim      All of the answers and all of the questions   He locked in his attic one day   'Cause he liked the quiet clean country livin'   And twenty more years slipped away      War took his baby, bombs killed his lady and left him   With only one eye   His body was battered, his whole world was shattered   All he could do was just cry      While the tears were fallin' he was recallin'   Answers that he never found   So he hopped in a freighter, skidded the ocean   And left England without a sound      Now he lives in the islands, fishes the pilin' and drinks   His Green label each day   Writing his memoirs, losin' his hearin'   But he don't care what most people say      After eighty-six years of perpetual motion   If he likes you he'll smile and say   "Jimmy, some of it's magic, probably tragic   But I had a good life all the way"      He went to Paris lookin' for answers to questions   That bothered him so