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 boards 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/

A little flesh, a little history)

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)

Whattaya 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 tied, 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

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"



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