Peter Sarstedt ~ Where Do You Go To My Lovely (with lyrics)
This was a favourite song of my Dad's he really related to the song, and the words. He also loved France. Did I tell you that after being made redundant from a job, he and mum went on a trip to France on his BMW motorbike, for a holiday and he was convinced that he might be able to find work out there. Perhaps that is a story for another time. However, later on in life, Dad and I used to meet up one night per month and go for a drink at a local pub, the thatched pub in the village of Marholm, known as the Fitzwilliam Arms, where in the summer you had the freedom to sit in the beer garden or in the cool of the bar. In the winter there was always a roaring fire awaiting. Curiously enough, nearly every time we went into the pub over a number of years, this song used to be played. I think perhaps the Landlord liked it too. On Saturday just gone, I heard this on the radio again, the first time in a long time, and naturally...