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
And 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
"There was 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