Bangkok, oriental setting

[ET Awful]

And 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 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 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
parlours --

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
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

[Dora]

1. I've been wondering when this would surface.

Ah, fond memories of dances in my high school gymnasium. Those were the days, ayuh.

:spank:

[ET Awful]

2. BUAHAHAHA, I feel evil today, so, since we're talkin High School . . .

Zwei drei vier one two three
It's easy to see
But it's not that I don't care so
'Cause I hear it all the time
But they never let you know
On the TV and the radio
She was young her heart was pure
But every night night is bright she got
She said sugar is sweet
She come rappin' to the beat
Then I knew that she was hot

She was singin'
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
You're in his eye
And you'll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

She said babe you know
I miss Jill and Joe
And all my funky friends
But my street understanding
was just enough to know what she really meant
And I got to thinking while she was talking
That I know she told the story
Of those special places that she goes
When she rides with the others in the subway

Singin'
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
And you don't know why
You say your life
Is gonna make you die...

Alles klar, Herr Kommissar?

Well we meet Jill and Joe
And brother Tim
And the whole cool gang and oh
They're rappin' here they're rappin' there
But she's climbin' on the wall
It's a clear case, Herr Kommissar
Cause all the children know
They're all slidin' down into the valley
They're all slipping on the same snow

Hear the children
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
He's got the power
And you're so weak
And your frustration will not let you speak

Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh
And if he talks to you
Then you'll know why
The more you live
The faster you will die
Don't turn around, oh oh
Der Kommissar's in town, oh oh

[Lisa]

4. did someone say "high school gymnasium"?

I'll let George W. Palmer and his backup singers do it for me!

[Commie Pinko Dirtbag]

5. Holy crap, there was an English version?

In Brazil they only played the original German version.

[_testify_]

3. Remember this?

Time with my girl I spent it well
I had to be strong for my woman

>You must be joking
>Oh man you must be joking

She needed to be protected

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my self respect
So I got into camoflauge

The girls they love to see you shoot

>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform

To have ambitions was my ambition
But I had nothing to show for my dreams
Time with my girl I spent it well

>You must be joking
>Oh man you must be joking

The good life was so elusive
Handouts, they got me down
I had to regain my confidence
So I got into camoflauge

The girls they love to see you shoot

>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform

I need an order
>Shoot shoot
I need an order
>Shoot shoot
I need an order
>Shoot shoot
I need an order
>Shoot shoot

To have ambition was my ambition
Time with my girl I spent it well

>You must be joking
>Oh man you must be joking

The girls they love to see you shoot
The girls they love to see you shoot

>I love a man in a uniform
>I love a man in a uniform

They love to see you shoot

>I love a man in a uniform

The girls they love to see you shoot

>I love a man in a uniform

They love to see you shoot
The girls they love to see you shoot

==>I love a man in a uniform
==They love to see you shoot
==>>Bang bang
==>>They love

The girls they love to see you shoot
>I love a man in a uniform