Bangkok, Oriental setting.
One night in Bangkok and the world’s your oyster
The bars are temples but the pearls ain’t free
You’ll find a God in every golden cloister
And if you’re lucky then the God’s a she
I can feel an angel sliding up to me
One town’s very like another
When your head’s down over your pieces, Brother
It’s a drag, it’s a bore, it’s really such a pity
To be looking at the board, not looking at the city
Whaddya mean?
Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
„Get Thai’d“, you’re talking to a tourist
Whose every move’s among the purest
I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine
One night in Bangkok makes a hard man humble
Not much between despair and ecstasy
One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble
Can’t be too careful with your company
I can feel the Devil walking next to me
But thank God, I’m only watching the game, controlling it.
(Writers: Bjoern K. Ulvaeus, Benny Goran Bror Andersson, Tim Rice / Music: Murray Head)
