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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
A*Teens
A*Teens
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Björn Ulvaeus
Björn Ulvaeus
Songwriter
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Songwriter
Benny Andersson
Benny Andersson
Songwriter
JJ Sound
JJ Sound
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JONES
JONES
Producer
J. Boogie
J. Boogie
Producer

Lyrics

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 Tyrolean 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
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
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
Whad'ya mean?
You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town
Tea, girls, warm and sweet, sweet
Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite
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
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
I 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 (I'd let you watch)
But the queens we use would not excite you
So, you better go back to your bars, your temples
Your massage parlors (Go back, go back, go back, yeah, yeah)
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
Written by: Benny Andersson, Björn Ulvaeus, Tim Rice
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