Last Mango In Paris

I went down to Captain Tony's To get out of the heat I heard a voice call out to me "Son, come have a seat" I had to search my memories As I looked into those eyes Our lives change like the weather But a legend never dies He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done" I had a third world girl in Buzios With a pistol in each hand She always kept me covered As we moved from land to land I had a damn good run on Wall Street With my high fashion model wife I woke up dry beneath the African sky Just me and my Swiss army knife I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done We shot the breeze for hours As the sun fell from the sky And like the sun he disappeared Before my very eyes It was somewhere past dark-thirty As we went back to the head I read upon the dingy wall The words the old man said He said, "I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done" I ate the last mango in Paris Took the last plane out of Saigon I took the first fast boat to China And Jimmy, there's still so much to be done That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante