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