Right Said Fred - Where Do You Go To My Lovely
Review by Eko Nur Widianto
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Tracks
| Track | Duration | Preview |
|---|---|---|
| Where Do You Go To My Lovely? (Radio Edit) | 3:31 | |
| Where Do You Go to My Lovely? [Radio Edit] | 03:41 | |
| Cry | 2:30 | |
| Sweet Wonderful | 2:30 | |
| Obvious | 2:30 | |
| Where Do You Go To My Lovely? (X-Mas Mix) | 3:26 | |
| Play On | 2:30 | |
| Jump Start | 3:02 | |
| Where Do You Go To My Lovely? | ||
| Where Do You Go to My Lovely? [Xmas Mix] | 03:31 | |
| Where Do You Go To My Lovely? (Beer Killer Mix) | 3:14 |
Video
RIGHT SAID FRED - WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY? | OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO
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Catalog Numbers
9384774Labels
- Sushi Pop
- Ministry Of Sound, Sushi Pop
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- escuchar en línea
- lyssna på nätet
- lytte på nettet
- ouvir online
- écouter en ligne
- online luisteren
- ascolta in linea
- kuunnella verkossa
Formats
- CD
- Maxi-Single
- Enhanced
- Single
- Promo
- Cardboard Sleeve
Credits
| Role | Credit |
|---|---|
| Written-By | Ward (tracks: 2 to 5), Fairbrass (tracks: 2 to 5), Peter Sarstedt (tracks: 1), Fairbrass (tracks: 2 to 5) |
Notes
Also contains CD Extra: Bonus EPKBarcodes
Barcode: 4019593847745About Right Said Fred
English Pop band formed in 1989 by brothers Richard & Fred Fairbrass, later joined by their friend Rob Manzoli in 1990, but he left in 1997.
The group is named after a song of the same name which was a hit for in 1962.
Real Name
- Richard Fairbrass
- Fred Fairbrass
- Rob Manzoli
Name Vars
- R * S * F
- R S F
- R S F
- R*S*F
- R*S*F*
- R. S. F.
- R.S.F.
- RSF
- RSF Right Said Fred
- Right
- Right Said Fred & Friends
- Right Said Fred And Friends
- Right Said Fred and Friends
- Right Side Fred
- Rigth Said Fred
- RSF
Members
- Rob Manzoli
- Fred Fairbrass
- Richard Fairbrass
- Gordon Davis
Comments
Super Song. Genial.
Love this song!
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
You live in a fancy apartment
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes I 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-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
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
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
You're in-between twenty an' thirty -
A very desirable age
Your body's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering state
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahaha
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, they 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
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes 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
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
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment
Of the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel
You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circle
They hang on every word you speak, yes I 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-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs
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
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
You're in-between twenty an' thirty -
A very desirable age
Your body's firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering state
Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ahaha
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, they 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
I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly brown tags, yes 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
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
Alguém sabe o nome de uma música deles que no clip aparece um caracol/lesma?
A few years late but I’m watching this now, absolutely brilliant I love this version.
Right said fred real talent.
Right said fred real talent.
Just so beautiful x
that cant be true
It's a cult! song, but let's be fair - Marie Claire was never alone in her bed....
I loved you guys from the beginning, all those years ago!
Love ❤️?❤️ from the Czech Rep. You are great ! Thank you ???
Thank you guys for this. Brilliant song.
Guys i love u all the time!You are my mate!!!Love from Germany!
Very nice ! ! !
Bald is the New hairy
What fred are you? Jeff was involved in cutting ..june2019...where are my 7 briefcases and 2 boxes...do yu know the name of that street in Ventura with the name...what head die yu look into...
LOVELY!!
WTF, was that Mick Foley @0:38!??
If you leave out the Naples verse there is not much meaning left.
Why?
I'm back 2 years later. You totally did this song justice. I wonder if Peter liked it.
Whenever i hear this I remember my first wife who I miss so dearly.
Lovely!!!
Still deeply dippy about the rest!
?...Thinking about hair grafting too!
Need a haircut soon too
Oh well...Haha 'Supercuts' thanks Pakistan for the abbey(dads)! The drama,lolly and all the rotten heads (Nags to Brads!)
??....Reading Marie Claire ( Ohhh....Reese Witherspoon on the cover!)