Lyrics:

Benny Andersson, Tim Rice, and Bjorn 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 wat