The Song
I’ve had the tune since I was 17 but could never think of words for it. Years go by and then one afternoon you’re chilling out with your pal, grooving on Serge and Bardot DVD’s and suddenly there it is. There’s worse ways to spend an afternoon I suppose. Thanks to Emma for checking the Franglais.
The Players
Katrina Mitchell drums
Bill Wells Parisian jazz guitar
Bob Kildea bass vocals percussion
Sarah Martin pizzicato
Aby Vulliamy accordion
Roy Moller vocals percussion
Stevie guitar keys vocals percussion
The Writers
Stevie Jackson / Roy Moller
The Words
Dead leaves on the street the day after love did go
Chemin de fer may now take me there
En route to Julie Greco
Commencement, Arrondissement, super intellectual
Philosophise, ‘neath Parisian skies
Dans le café Les Deux Magots
Pardonne moi, excusez moi
Tell me where do all the good girls go?
Pardonne moi, excusez moi
Tell me where do all the good girls go?
Where do all the good girls go?
Where do they go in the City of Light?
Where do they go? Where is the beautiful life?
Where do they go?
Jean Michel at the bar, he’s having a jar
Oxygene beginning to flow
Charlotte Rampling is starting to sing
“Where did Victor Hugo?”
I need a girl for this boy, a bundle of joy
Wrapped like a paquet cadeau
She’ll appear on the tide and together we’ll glide
Dans l’escalier Clemenceau
Pardonne moi, excusez moi
Tell me where do all the good girls go?
Pardonne moi, excusez moi
Tell me where do all the good girls go?
Where do all the good girls go?
Where do they go? There’s none that I can see
Where do they go? Où est la belle vie?
Where do they go?