American:   Bangkok, Oriental city   But the city don't know what 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!      Chorus:   One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster   The bars are temples but their 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      American:   One town's very like another   When your head's down over your pieces, brother      Chorus:   (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)      American:   Whattaya mean?!   You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town      Chorus:   Tea, girls, warm and sweet, sweet   Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite      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!      Chorus:   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      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   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 parlors"...      Chorus:   One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster   The bars are temples but their 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 the 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