So it’s down to Nana Plaza,
we’ve been out on the booze,
and now we want some wenching
to beat the Bangkok blues;
we’ve heard a lot about it
and now we’re here for real,
a bunch of lads out on the town,
out to cop a feel.
“Come in, come in, most welcome!
There’s a special on tonight –
free admission, no surcharges,
girls for your delight!”
This is it boys, here we go,
the first one on the list
and in we stumble, placing bets
on who’ll be first one kissed.
There’s flesh of all kinds on display,
tits and bums and more,
naked writhing on our laps,
gyrating on the floor;
the hotter shows are upstairs,
we’re going to have a blast:
we’ll blow our cash and risk the clap –
paradise found, at last.

Hepped up, pepped up,
high on speed,
injections leave a mark
and they’d slow right down on weed;
they lose their inhibitions,
their clothes and so much more,
and just to send some money home
they’ll let you grope and paw.
There’s vomit in the changing rooms
but perfume on the stage,
where all the pretty dancing girls
lie about their age;
every taste is catered for –
hardcore, softcore, go-go –
the endless lines of tourists
will spend for any show.
The darkness hides a thousand sins,
nightly sinned anew,
but while you’re eyeing up the girls
do you know who’s watching you?
There are hidden hands behind the acts
and shadows by the door,
the puppeteers of fantasy,
so easy to ignore…