Odd, even by ABBA standards. It's supposed to be some American West, or perhaps Country and Western thing: cowboys and dance-hall girls. But it's more like Darby O'Gill without the Little People, Bette Midler, Alice in Wonderland Hits Puberty, and Arte Johnson, surrounded by competing emcees - one from vaudeville, one from C& W who plays accordion on the side.
Or a joke that begins "Two Irishmen and their girlfriends walk into a bar in Waco, trying to pass themselves off as Texans..."
I never appreciated this band in their prime as I should have.