Ir até Paris

Going To Paris >> Waterboys


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