Biography:
Peter Eardley Sarstedt (born 10 December 1941 in Delhi, India; died 8 January 2017 in London), briefly billed early in his career as Peter Lincoln, was an English singer-songwriter, instrumentalist and activist. He recorded a number of successful albums and singles, beginning in the 1960s. Although his music was classified as pop, it generally encompassed ballads derived from traditional folk music rather than rock and roll. He was best known for writing and performing the single "Where Do You Go To (My Lovely)?"
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WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY
C Em G
You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
C Em Dm
Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair.
C Em G
You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel.
C Em
G
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel.
C Em Dm G
You go to the Embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek.
C
And the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word that you speak. Yes
do.
Chorus
C Em Dm G
But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C Em Dm G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
C Em Dm G
I’ve seen all your qualifications ………. you got from the Sorbonne.
C Em Dm G
And the painting you stole from Picasso, Your love letters goes on and on
C Em Dm G
When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pins.
C Em
With you carefully designed topless swim suit
Dm G
You get an even sun tan, on your back and on your legs.
C Em Dm
G
And when the snow falls your found in St.Moritz, with the others of the jet set.
C Em Dm G
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy, but you never get your lips wet.
No you don’t
Chorus
C Em Dm G
But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C Em Dm G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
C Em Dm G
Your in between twenty and thirty, a very desirable age.
C Em Dm G
Your body is firm and inviting, but you live on a glittering stage.
Yes you do, yes you do
C Em Dm G
Your name it, is heard in high places. You know the Agha Khan.
C Em Dm G
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas, and you keep it just for fun,
For a laugh, aha aha
C Em Dm G
They say that when you get married, It will be to a millionaire.
C Em Dm
But they don’t realize where you came from and I wonder If they really
G
care, or giva a damn.
Chorus
C Em Dm G
But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C Em Dm G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
C Em Dm G
Ah, remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags.
C Em Dm G
Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off their lowly-born tags.
So they try.
C Em Dm G
So look into my face Marie-Claire and remember just who you are.
C Em
Then go and forget me forever,
Dm G
But I know you still bare the scar, deep inside, yes you do.
C Em Dm G
I know where you go to my loveley… when your alone in your bed.
Slow down………………….
C Em Dm G C
I know the thoughts that surround you, cause I can look inside your head.
Repeat verse 1 and chorus to end
C Em G
You talk like Marlene Dietrich and you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
C Em Dm
Your clothes are all made by Balmain and there’s diamonds and pearls in your hair.
C Em G
You live in a fancy apartment off the Boulevard St. Michel.
C Em
G
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records and a friend of Sacha Distel.
C Em Dm G
You go to the Embassy parties where you talk in Russian and Greek.
C
And the young men who move in your circles, they hang on every word that you speak. Yes
do.
Chorus
C Em Dm G
But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C Em Dm G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
C Em Dm G
I’ve seen all your qualifications ………. you got from the Sorbonne.
C Em Dm G
And the painting you stole from Picasso, Your love letters goes on and on
C Em Dm G
When you go on your summer vacation, you go to Juan-les-Pins.
C Em
With you carefully designed topless swim suit
Dm G
You get an even sun tan, on your back and on your legs.
C Em Dm
G
And when the snow falls your found in St.Moritz, with the others of the jet set.
C Em Dm G
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy, but you never get your lips wet.
No you don’t
Chorus
C Em Dm G
But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C Em Dm G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
C Em Dm G
Your in between twenty and thirty, a very desirable age.
C Em Dm G
Your body is firm and inviting, but you live on a glittering stage.
Yes you do, yes you do
C Em Dm G
Your name it, is heard in high places. You know the Agha Khan.
C Em Dm G
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas, and you keep it just for fun,
For a laugh, aha aha
C Em Dm G
They say that when you get married, It will be to a millionaire.
C Em Dm
But they don’t realize where you came from and I wonder If they really
G
care, or giva a damn.
Chorus
C Em Dm G
But where do you go to my lovely…when your alone in your bed.
C Em Dm G
Tell me the thoughts that surround you, I want to look inside your head, yes I do.
C Em Dm G
Ah, remember the back streets of Naples, two children begging in rags.
C Em Dm G
Both touched with a burning ambition to shake off their lowly-born tags.
So they try.
C Em Dm G
So look into my face Marie-Claire and remember just who you are.
C Em
Then go and forget me forever,
Dm G
But I know you still bare the scar, deep inside, yes you do.
C Em Dm G
I know where you go to my loveley… when your alone in your bed.
Slow down………………….
C Em Dm G C
I know the thoughts that surround you, cause I can look inside your head.
Repeat verse 1 and chorus to end
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