Peter Sarstedt WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY? You talk like Marlene Deitrich, You dance like Biffo the Bear, Your clothes are all made by Bernards, And theres lice and theres spunk in your hair, And up your back you know youre slack. CHORUS So where do you go to my lovely, When youre alone in your pit? Tell me your thoughts that surround you, When youre having a spine shattering shit. You live in a fancy compartment, In one of Her Majestys Ships, With Four Hundred and twenty young Fishheads, Each one of them gives you the shits, Yes they do.... Your name it is heard in high places, You know the Buffer quite well, He gave you a Dildo for Christmas, And you use it for ringing the bell, Yes you do, Ding-a-ling.... Do you remember the Embassy party? I recall that you caused quite a stir, Sliding down the banister, With your Piss flaps going: Brr brrrr, brr brrrr, brr brrrr. I remember the back streets of Gosport, Your arsehole all gaping and wide, I remember that I popped my head in, And the rest of the mess was inside, Playing Draughts for a laugh, Ha ha ha.... I remember the back streets of Naples, The children begging in rags, I remember you stole all their money, For a pint and a packet of fags, Yes you did, half a quid. I know where you go to my lovely, When youre alone in your pit, I know the thoughts that surround you, Cos I know that youre just full of SHIT.
Posted on: Sat, 16 Aug 2014 08:42:03 +0000
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