Writer: Jimmy Buffett
He went to Paris looking for answers to the questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive saving the world on his own
The warm summer breezes and French wine and cheeses
Put his ambitions at bay
Summers and Winters scattered like splinters and 4 to 5 years slipped away
He went to England played the piano and married an actress named Kim
They had a good life she was a fine wife and bore him a young son named Jim
All of the answers to most of the questions locked in his attic some day
But he liked the quiet clean country living and 20 more years skipped away
Solo:
The war took his baby the 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 falling he was recalling the answers that he never found
Hopped on a freighter skated the ocean and left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands fishes the pilings and drinking his Green label each day
Writing his memoirs losing his hearing but he don't care what most people say
After 86 years of perpetual motion if he likes you he'll smile and say
Some of it's magic some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way
He went to Paris looking for answers to the questions that bothered him so
He went to Paris looking for answers to the questions that bothered him so
He was impressive, young and aggressive saving the world on his own
The warm summer breezes and French wine and cheeses
Put his ambitions at bay
Summers and Winters scattered like splinters and 4 to 5 years slipped away
He went to England played the piano and married an actress named Kim
They had a good life she was a fine wife and bore him a young son named Jim
All of the answers to most of the questions locked in his attic some day
But he liked the quiet clean country living and 20 more years skipped away
Solo:
The war took his baby the 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 falling he was recalling the answers that he never found
Hopped on a freighter skated the ocean and left England without a sound
Now he lives in the islands fishes the pilings and drinking his Green label each day
Writing his memoirs losing his hearing but he don't care what most people say
After 86 years of perpetual motion if he likes you he'll smile and say
Some of it's magic some of it's tragic but I had a good life all the way
He went to Paris looking for answers to the questions that bothered him so