Where Do You Go To My Lovely? The Cemetery

Nope NEVER heard of Peter Cetera, etc. etc. or whatever his name is.

When I heard he died, I rightly assumed there was a good reason why I never heard of him or his hit song.

What the FUCK...is this Tony Orlando trying to be Bob Dylan?

One of the Bee Gees suddenly seized with a desire to look like John Oates?

I checked his other "hit," the coy, smirky, smug, slimy "Take Off Your Çlothes." HOW AWFUL. This is what Davy Jones or Micky Dolenz would've done if they were pervs? Christ, this was 1969 after all. Hippie chicks were taking their clothes off for most anyone. They needed to be coaxed by some utterly infantile preening pretentious egomaniac with a creepy mustache>

And what's with the phony country-twang guitars? And the TERRIBLE rhymes?? "My daddy is a priest, you know. And I am not a beast, you know!"

As for "Where Do You Go To My LOVELY," lemme shout at your corpse, Gordon Clubfoot, that you wrote and sang one of the clumsiest of put-down songs. How smug do you get, Helmet Hair Head? Besides rotten words, the repetitive faux-folkie melody gets old after the first verse. On and on it goes.

And now he goes to his grave. Who misses this guy? Am I missing something? I don't think so.