We are going to paris

In a ship with red sails

As the storm gathers slowly

We eat fishheads and snails



The mate jumps upthrows down a line

To a man overboard for the ninetieth time

And then he says with a wink

"sometimes I think

I've been doing this forever!"



We are going to paris

In a ship called the ? ? 

There are signs in the sky at night

That the captain says he's seen



I keep books under my pillow

And read them before I sleep

Strange places I go to

Strange companies I keep



We are going to paris

We are one and thirty strong

I can feel it in the air

We'll be there before long



The wind has come

Like a man insaneinsane

We are going to paris

It rains and it rains



We are going to paris

In a ship with red sails

We are going to paris

In a ship with red sails