Why Don't We Get Drunk & Screw

He went to Paris Looking for answers To questions that bothered him so He was impressive Young and aggressive Savin the world on his own But the warm summer breezes The French wines and cheeses Put him ambition at bay His summers and winters Scattered like splinters And four to five yeas slipped away Then 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 young son named Jim And all of the answers, and all the questions He locked in his attic one day Cause he liked the quiet Clean country livin 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 falling and he was recalling Answers hed never found So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean And left England without a sound Now he lives in the islands Fishes and pilins And drinks his green label each day Writing his memoirs Losin his hearin But he dont care what most people Through eighty-six years of perpetual motion If he likes you hell smile, and hell say, Jimmy, some of its magic, some of its tragic But I had a good life all of the way. And he went to Paris Lookin for answers to questions That bothered him so