French singer Sacha Distel, best known for his 1960s and 1970s hits, dies after a long illness at the age of 71.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/click/rss/0...ic/3918129.stm
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French singer Sacha Distel, best known for his 1960s and 1970s hits, dies after a long illness at the age of 71.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/click/rss/0...ic/3918129.stm
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Where Do You Go To My Lovely - Peter Sarstedt
Oh, you talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Germaine
Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there's diamonds and pearls
In your hair, yes there are
You live in a fancy apartment off the boulevard St Michel
Where you keep all your Rolling Stones records
And you're friends with Sacha Distel,
Yes you do, yes you do
Chorus:
But where do you go to my lovely when you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do, yes I do
I've seen all your qualifications you got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does
When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan on your back and on your legs
And when the snow falls you're in St Moritz
With the others of the jet set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't. (Chorus)
Your name, it is heard in high places, you know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh, ha ha ha
They say that when you get married it'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realise where you came from
And I wonder if they really care or give a damn. (Chorus)
I remember the back streets of Naples two children begging in rags
Both touched with their burning ambition
To shake off their lowly borne tags, and they tried.
So look into my eyes Marie-Claire and remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever but I know you still bear the scar
Deep inside, yes you do.
I know where you go to, my lovely when you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head.