Song fail (Peter Sarstedt and Cilla Black)

A bit worrying, but a must in the world of fail. Rob & Ian doing their take on two Sixties songs after one too many alcopop methinks.



The real words: (Well, a couple of verses)
When you go on your summer vacation, 
You go to Juan-les-Pins
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit - Hardly carefully designed if it's missing the top bit!

You get an even suntan 
On your back and on your legs
And 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 - Just what sort of song is this?!

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. - What a weirdo stalker. What a fail.