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Subject: One night in Bangkok

Written By: synista on 2/22/1999 at 7:21 p.m.

Does anyone know the lyrics to "One Night in Bangkok" by Murray Head?


Subject: Re: One night in Bangkok

Written By: The Lyrics Lady, aka Jean on 2/22/1999 at 11:42 p.m.

Bangkok!

Oriental setting

And the city don't know what the city is getting

The créme de la créme of the chess world in a

Show with everything but Yul Brynner

Time flies doesn't seem a minute

Since the Tyrolean spa has the chess boys in it

All change don't you know that when you

Play at this level there's no ordianry venue

It's Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or this place

One night in Bankok and the worlds'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 is very like another

When you head's down over your pieces brother

Tea girls warm and sweet (warm 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 Bankok makes a hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bankok an the tough guys tumble

Can't be to careful with your company

I can feel the devil walking next to me

Siam's gotta 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 wee use would not excite you

So you'd better go back to your bars

your temples

your massage parlours

One night in Bankok and the worlds'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 Bankok makes a hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bankok an the tough guys tumble

Can't be to careful with your comapny

I can feel a devil walking next to me