In the city of temples
There's a place you can go 
To meditate on a gin fizz
And catch a live jazz show
Outside the scent of orchids
Inside it's Cuban cigars
Gilded wood and cushions of silk
And you know you've journeyed far

At the Bamboo Bar
You might meet a queen or a movie star
At the Bamboo Bar
At the Bamboo Bar

The waitresses start to giggle
What a sight to behold
She's a slender, teenage beauty
He's foreign, he's fat and he's old
But "Ma Pen Rai" means no big deal
And Buddha blesses every soul
From the strippers down in Patpong
To the monks with their begging bowls

At the Bamboo Bar
You might meet a queen or a movie star
At the Bamboo Bar
At the Bamboo Bar

Tomorrow morning you'll go back
To the job and the life that you'd planned
But tonight for the price of a drink
You could feel like the King of Siam!

Pat starts his solo
And the crowd calls for more
He learned to play American jazz
During the Vietnam war
Pat calls "As Time Goes By"
I grab the mic and start my song
I'm ten thousand miles from home
But for a moment I belong

At the Bamboo Bar
You might meet a queen or a movie star
At the Bamboo Bar
Where your dreams can take you so very far
At the Bamboo Bar
At the Bamboo Bar