He went to Paris, looking for answers   To questions that bothered him so   He was impressive, young and aggressive   Saving world on his own      But the warm summer breezes   The French wines 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 fine life, she was a good wife   And bore him a young son named Jim      All of the answers and all of the questions   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, 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 a falling, he was recalling   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 pilings   And drinks his Green Label each day   Writing his memoirs, 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   "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 bothered him so