Music & Lyrics : Benny Anderson - Tim Rice - Bjsrn Ulvaeus      THE AMERICAN:   Bangkok, Oriental setting   And the city don't know that the city is getting   The creme de la creme of the chess world in a   Show with everything but Yul Brynner      Time flies -- doesn't seem a minute   Since the Tirolean spa had the chess boys in it   All change -- don't you know that when you   Play at this level there's no ordinary venue      It's Iceland -- or the Philippines -- or Hastings -- or --   or this place!      COMPANY:   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      THE AMERICAN:   One town's very like another   When your head's down over your pieces, brother      COMPANY:   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      THE AMERICAN:   Whaddya mean? Ya seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town --      COMPANY:   Tea, girls, warm, sweet   Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite      THE AMERICAN:   Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist   Whose every move's among the purest   I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine      COMPANY:   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      THE AMERICAN:   Siam's gonna be the witness   To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness   This grips me more than would a   Muddy old river or reclining Buddha      And thank God I'm only watching the game -- controlling it --      I don't see you guys rating   The kind of mate I'm contemplating   I'd let you watch, I would invite you   But the queens we use would not excite you      So you better go back to your bars, your temples, your massage   parlours --      COMPANY:   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   A little flesh, a little history   I can feel an angel sliding up to me      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