Lucy's wearing vintage Boy's in a rented tux Safety pins for cufflinks Please dance with me The party's still in full swing and you're such a bright young thing
Nancy's got her monkey on a silver chain Pose for Stephen's camera then dance with me Forget what the future brings Surrounded by bright young things
Sometimes a party's a port in a storm No one is weary or lost and forlorn
Listen, a nightingale sings in Berkeley Square the bright young things are flying on chemical wings intent on their one-last-flings tonight
It's time! It's time! It's time! It's time!
When I get you home there'll be sunlight on your bed Close your eyes and drift off imagining the promise of a diamond ring You the queen, and I your king
Sometimes a party's a port in a storm You won't feel weary or lost or forlorn
Listen, a nightingale sings in Berkeley Square the bright young things are flying on chemical wings Share with me one last fling tonight