Going to Paris

We are going to Paris

In a ship with red sails

As the storm gathers slowly

We eat fish heads and snails



The mate jumps up, throws down a line

To 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 Marlene

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 howls cold like a man insane

Insane

We are going to Paris

It rains and it rains