Going To Paris

We are going to Paris
In a ship with red sails
As the storm gathers slowly
We eat fishheads and snails
The mate jumps up, throws down a line
To a 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?
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 has come
Like a man insane, insane
We are going to Paris
It rains and it rains
We are going to Paris
In a ship with red sails
We are going to Paris
In a ship with red sails