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One Night in Bangcock´s Murray Head T-exe Anhören. Weitere Aufnahmen produzieren Bangcocks in Oriental City, 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 Brunner, timeflies don't seem a minute since the Tirolean Spackhead had the chess boards in it.
All changed, don't you know that when you play at this level there's no ordinary venue? It's Iceland, or the Philippines, or Hastings Ear, or this place one night in Bangcock 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 Sheich feel the angels 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. Teagirls, warm and sweet, sweet Sam set up in the Summerset Maugham suite. Get Thai'd, you're talking to a tourist whose every move's among the purest get kicks above the waistline. Sunshine, one night in Bangcocks 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 more than would a muddy old river or reclining Buddha. Thank God I'm only watching the game, mybe controlling it, I don't see you guys raging. The kind of matching 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 Bangcocks 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. A little flesh, a little history.
I can feel angels sliding up to me. One night in Bangkok makes the 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. Feel the Devils walking next to you. Tim Rice / Benny Goran Bror Andersson / Bjoern K. Ulvaeus © 3 Knights Ltd.
Ladies & Gennelmen... the president of the United States!
Fella Americans... Doot, doot, doot... Doot... He's been sick Doo-oo-oot... Doot! Doot! Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet... Teet-Teet-Teet. And I think his wife is gonna bring him some chicken soup. Doot, doot (Teet-Teet). Plastic people. Oh baby, now... you're such a drag. I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy every once in a while... Plastic people. Oh baby, now you're such a drag and there's this guy from the CIA and he's creeping around Laurel Canyon... A fine little girl. She waits for me. She's as plastic as she can be. She paints her face with plastic goose and wrecks her hair with some Shampoo´s Plastic people. Oh baby, now you're such a drag.
I dunno... sometimes I just get tired of ya, honey... it's-Ah-your hair spray... or something Plastic people. Oh baby! You're such a drag. I hear the sound of a marching bear... down Sunset Blvd. to Crescent Heights, and there, at Pandora's Box, we are confronted with a vast quantity of plastic people. Take a day and walk around. Watch the nazis run your town. Then go home and check yourself. You think we're singing 'bout someone else... but you're Plastic people! Woooooooooooooooooooh! Oh baby, now... You're such a drag. Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo-Ooo Ooooooooh! Me see a Neon Matrix Moon above. I searched for years I found no dove, I'm sure that love will never be. Just A product of Plasticity. A product of Plasticity. A product of Plasticity:
Plastic! Plastic people! Pla-ha-ha-ha-ha... Plastic... Peoples.... Plastic people... oo-oooh oo-ooh... Plastic... A prune is a vegetable... no, a prune is not a vegetable. Cabbage is a vegetable... makes it O.K. Plastic people... Plastic people, plastic people! Ooo-Hoo-Hoo... Ooo-ooh-ooh-ooh Hoo-Hoo. Ooh-ooh Ooh-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo. You are. Your futt. Your her. Your nose. Your arms. You eat. You suck. You beat. You are. Your being is... you're Plastic... People... Blah, blah, blah, blah... plastic pepples... You drive. You live in. You dream about... you think only of... you eat... you are... Pepples... plastic... plastic Pepples... Purple prancing. Plastic people. Every Pepples... Peep-peep Pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-pee-peep!
F. Z.
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