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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
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