Where Do You Go To My Lovely - Johnny Daukes, Graham Sutton & Gilad Atzmon

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire 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 Sacha 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 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 Aga Khan He sent you a race horse for Christmas And you keep it just for fun For a laugh Ha-ha-ha-ha Oh, 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 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 remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in the rags Both touched with a burning ambition To shake off their lowly-born tags So they tried 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 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

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire 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 Saint-Michel Where you keep your Rolling Stones records And your friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do 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 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 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 They say that when you get married It'll be to a millionaire But they don't realize where you came from And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn 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 I know where you go to my lovely When you're alone in your bed And I know the thoughts that surround you 'Cause I can look inside your head 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 Where do you go to my lovely...

זה הצמח שלי רק מלאך אחד פה הולך לשבור לך את היד רק מלאך אחד פה רק דבר אחד נשאר בעולם שמיים לפנים דבר אחד קורה שירים מפורסמים ילדים טובים אין כזה דבר זה רק בגלל צמח הרותם שמש השחר פרחים מסביבי לא יכול להיות יכול להיות דבר כזה? יכול להיות דבר כזה שאף אחד עוד לא ראה בעולם יכול להיות שונא צמחים? דבר כזה לא יכול להשניא פרחים? יושב על הכורסא קורא את העיתון שלו מרגיז את כל האנשים עם הדברים הלא חשובים שלו אחרת, קרה דבר רצה להפנים רצה להודות רצה ליפול על כל המוטות רצה לרוץ רצה להיות רצה לשוב למקומות שהיה יכול להיות זה יכול להיות דבר כזה שאף אחד עוד לא ראה בעולם אין כזה דבר שמן מים