"Passage to Bangkok" by Rush

Our first stop is in Bogota,to check the Columbian Fields
The natives smile and pass alond a sample of their yeild.
The sweet Jamaican pipe-dreams
Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco and the East
Fly by morning light.

Chorus:
We're on the train to Bangkok
aboard the Thailand express
We'll hit the stops along the way
We only stop for the best

Wreathed in smoke in Lebanon, we burn the midnight oil
The fragrance Afganistan rewards a long day's toil
Pulling into Khatmandu,
Smoke-wrings fill the air
Perfumed by a Nepal light
The Express will get you there

Chorus (2X)


Remembered this one from back in high school

Rich