Benny Andersson, Tommy Körberg, Björn Skifs, Denis Quilley , Elaine Paige - Quartet (A Model of Decorum and Tranquility) lyrics

We wish, no, must make our disgust
At this abuse perfectly clear
We're here for chess are the US?
If so, why foul the atmosphere?

I must protest our delegation
Has a host of valid points to raise
Our player's sporting attitude's
Beyond all praise
As any neutral would attest but we concede
The fact his masters bend the rules
Is not a player's fault
We'll overlook their crude political assault

We wish no, must make our disgust at this
Abuse perfectly clear we're here for chess
Are the US? How can you make such a claim?

If your man's so sweet
Then why his fighting talk?
If he's not a cheat then why on earth

Point 17 no one-way screen
Will be allowed in the hall

Why let him loose? He'll soon reduce
This great event to a brawl it's very sad
To see the ancient and distinguished game

I am not surprised he wanted fresher air
Once he realized there was no hope
Of your lot playing fair how sad
To see what used
To be A model of decorum and tranquillity
Become like any other sport
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee

Through the elegant yelling
Of this compelling dispute
Comes the ghastly suspicion

We wish, no, must, make our disgust
At this abuse perfectly clear
We're here for chess, are the US?
If so, why foul the atmosphere?

I don't suppose you'd understand
The strain and pressure
Getting where he's got
For then you'd simply call him
Highly strung and not

Point 23 the board will be made in
Sweden non-aligned wood

But how can you work for one who treats you
Like dirt?

It seems to us
There's little point in waiting
Here all night for his return
And since a peaceful match
Is our sole concern
We won't make an official fuss

I'm not getting rich my only interest is
In something which gives me the chance

In short we rise above your guy's
Tantrums dramas dirty tricks

I can only say i hope your dream comes true
Till that far-off day i hope you cope

Point 31 no game begun by noon goes on
After six very sad
To see the ancient and distinguished game
That used to be how sad
To see

A model of decorum and tranquillity
Become like any other sport
A battleground for rival ideologies
To slug it out with glee