One Night in Bangkok Murray Head
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "One Night in Bangkok" by Murray Head. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
[Verse 1: Murray Head]
Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know what the city is getting
The crème de la crème 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: Anders Glenmark]
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 slidin' up to me
[Verse 2: Murray Head & Anders Glenmark]
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
What do you mean?
You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town—
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
Bangkok, Oriental setting
And the city don't know what the city is getting
The crème de la crème 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: Anders Glenmark]
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 slidin' up to me
[Verse 2: Murray Head & Anders Glenmark]
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
What do you mean?
You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town—
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
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!