He Went To Paris

Jimmy Buffett

He went to Paris looking for answers to questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive, savin’ the world on his own
But the warm summer breezes, the French wines and cheeses put his ambition at bay
Summers and winters scattered like splinters and four to five years slipped away

Then 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 and all the questions locked in his attic one day
‘Cause he liked the quiet, clean country livin’ 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 and 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, losin’ his hearin’ 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 of the way.”

And he went to Paris lookin’ for answers to questions, that bothered him so