Jimmy Buffett
He Went To Paris
He went to Paris looking for answersTo questions that bothered him soHe was impressive, young and aggressiveSaving the world on his ownBut the warm summer breezes, those french wines and cheesesPut his ambitions at bayThe summers and winters scattered like splintersAnd four or five years slipped awaySo he went to England, played the pianoAnd married an actress named KimThey had a fine life, she was a good wifeAnd bore him a young son named JimAnd all of the answers to all of the questionsHe locked in his attic one dayHe liked the quiet, clean country livingAnd twenty more years slipped awayBut the war took his baby, the bombs killed his ladyAnd left him with only one eyeHis body was battered, his whole world was shatteredAnd all he could do was just cryThe tears were a falling, and he was recallingThe answers he never foundSo he hopped on a freighter, sailed across the oceanAnd left England without a soundNow he lives in the islands, fishing the pylonsAnd drinks his green label each dayWriting his memoirs, losing his hearingAnd he don't care what most people sayThrough eighty-six years of perpetual motionIf he likes you he'll smile and he'll sayJimmy some of it's magic and some of it's tragicBut I had a good life all the wayAnd he went to to Paris, looking for answersTo questions that bothered him so