We came down the BTS line this time, We say farewell to sweet Merideth, We hike Highland road and we march across, Up high up here, looking down at Nana. We see her bottom steps, concrete and cold, Bottom steps, the Queen of BTS, Nana’s adults’ hall under white canvas, We all raise a drink to our battle bless. On top of the table comes sweet Merideth, She is the reason we are believing, She is the reason we wee away worries, For tomorrow we ride to the border war. Tonight in the mist with brave hearts and fists, We drink and we sing and we say goodbye, We love you, BKK, to sweet Merideth, Bottom steps shining like a battle cry. We take the town and all take a turn, Spin a bowl of spice on Sukhumvit, Blow a cloud of wild mountain mist, Blooming heather, wild Highland thyme. Here we come, BKK, sad to leave, She is all for all, we are all for one, We say to the haters, “Nay, hear our breath— Not so much a Merry Death, but steel and gun.” A belly full of bullets and knitted death, Come quickly before we go AWOL, We won’t stay forever at bottom steps, BTS for sweet girl of VHS. Nana Plaza funnest, our sweet wee binny, Gunner gal, lively, sexy, sweaty, Street cheater, walking-street walker, Soi Cowboy queen of the road we hold. We’ve got to go, say goodbye Merideth, Queen of today in a bitten smile, Always there for us, our sweet Highland gal, Mango sticky rice is nice, but not as nice as Merideth. We all, wee binny, want to say bye-bye, Brothers we may die a sweet, sharp death, Knowing you one minute is reason enough, Trumpeter youths, her muff-enough call. Cutie she is, nudie, nigh bye, Squeeze booby and say goodbye, Merideth, We wish you a merry Bottom Steps night, And may you be safe as we march away. We walk across a flight of seagulls, Shit and blood on stone where we may die For sweet Merideth of Nana’s fire, Comes sweet Merideth, our Highland cry.
