I know you still like old fashioned waltzes
your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with as you glide across the floor
but if I told you the music's over would you want to hear
that your dance card is empty that there's no-one really there?
Do you still believe in Santa Claus, that there's a millionaire
looking at your front door with a key to a life that you'd never understand?
All I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given
you'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say.

It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side.
Can you get it in your head I'm tired of dancing?
For every one step forward I'm taking two steps back.
Can you get it in your head that from this one step forward
there's no turning back?
Can you get it in your head I'm tired of dancing?
We're finished dancing.

Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue
sky?

Did you see the frightened ones? 
Did you hear the falling bombs? 
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on. 

Goodbye, blue sky 
Goodbye, blue sky. 
Goodbye. 
Goodbye. 
Goodbye. 

Bangkok oriental setting and the city don't know that 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 boards in it
all change don't you know
when you play at this level there's no ordinary venus
it's Iceland or the Philippines or Hasting or or this place

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

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 d'ya mean you 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

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

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
a little flesh a little history
I can feel an angel sliding up to me

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