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