where do u go..I wanna know..

Peter Sarstedt:-Where do you go to my lovely

1969

Thanks cardi. That is what I want.So , aren't the sixties the greatest. :wink:

Just my teenage years.

I think there was also a dance/pop cover in the early 90's as well. I'll go for a look on Google.

The band was called No Mercy, and they were a 3-piece "boy-band" (possibly Hispanic, judging from the photo). They released their cover of "Where do you go?" in May 1996.

you are right G.Duke , it's no mercy

that song (the original) is one of my fathers all time favourite songs..

it was supposed to be about a french woman maybe sophia loren, who the author had a thing for...

Sophia Loren is italian Col, but you are probably right about it being her because she was born in Naples to a penniless mother and if you look at the lyric it mentions being born in rags in Naples.

Where Do You Go To My Lovely
Peter Sarstedt

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire.
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 your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sasha Distel.
Yes you do

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

I've seen all your qualifications
That 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 found 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

But where do you go to my lovely,
When you're alone in your bed.
Won't you tell me the thoughts that surround you,
I want to look inside your head.
Yes I Do

Your name it is heard in high places
You know the Agha Khan.
He sent you a race horse for Christmas
and you keep it just for fun,
for a laugh, aha aha.
They say that when you get married,
It will be to a millionaire.
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care,
Or give a damn.

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

Ah, remember the back streets of Naples,
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-born tags,
So they try.
So look into my face 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.

Ah, 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.

Cool i see
well observed don